Having Bipolar Disorder is tough. It isn’t a physical disease that’s obvious. There’s the stigma attached to mental illness.. The people who poo-poo it, saying”get over it and get off the pitypot”; invalidating my feelings, my life as I am consumed by this disease which is very real. How did this happen to me? Was it from years of drug abuse? My upbringing? Inherited? Chance? Bad genes? How did I come by this? I never asked for this. I don’t deserve this.