Lonely in a corner, I find myself lost, unable to make sense of what’s wrong with me. My feelings are a whirlwind—one moment I’m happy, and the next, I’m drowning in sadness. I question, “God, why did You place this burden of bipolar disorder on me? “It feels too heavy bear.” I embark on endeavours with passion only to abandon them days later. I my heart to others, yet soon, retreat and allow them to leave. Even when I attempt to love myself, I spiral into self-loathing, cont with thoughts that sometimes push me to the brink. yearn for the person I once was—the one cared deeply, laboured tirelessly, resolved everything, and confronted life with pride and courage. Where that version of me gone, and can I rediscover him? Sleep has forsaken me. They assert that I suffer from insomnia, but it truly be labelled as such when the cacophony in my mind is deafening and relentless? Demons doubt, regret, and despair inundate my thoughts, preventing me from achieving the peace I d...