It’s weird because we’re so used to having clear-cut answers in life. When I would have a cold, I would go to the doctor and he would prescribe antibiotics. The point is he knew what’s wrong with me and what needed to be done to make me feel better. I know bipolar disorder is a lot more complicated and I wish it wasn’t. For starters, I had symptoms of bipolar for three years before even seeking help. It’s because I had no clue about bipolar disorder and never heard of it. My psychiatrist was the first one to tell me I was bipolar and I asked him – what does that mean? He then explained it in detail. After was the long journey of trying to find the right combination of medications compatible with me. Medications with the least side-effects. At the same time, I started a lengthy research process on trying to find out as much as possible about bipolar disorder. It was a hard reading about a mental illness with no cure. A mental illness which takes time for you to find an equal ground or – find stability.