Today is World Bipolar day. All over Facebook I see people posting things with the hashtag #bipolarproud. I don’t know how this will sound, but I’m not bipolar proud. I hate this illness. I hate what it does to me. I hate that it literally impacts every aspect of my life. I understand the awareness part and how people need to understand this mental illness better. That I get. I used to try to educate people and be confident about it and show that it doesn’t make me different, but last year I slipped and said I had bipolar disorder at work and was treated differently and looked down upon afterwards. I’m not happy to have this. I wish I didn’t.