I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when I was barely out of my teens. Like our olive skin tone and caterpillar eyebrows, I guess it just runs in the family.

When I harnessed its seemingly uncontrollable might, I realized bipolar disorder's powers could be used for good. My diagnosis didn't have to be an affliction. It could simply be the gift of extraordinary emotions.

If I ever get rid of my Bi Polar condition we'll be so happy.

My psychiatrist said "you're BI Polar. I said "tell us something we don't already know".

I've invaded the walls of the asylums with my ink pen. The way they look at mental illness won't be the same again

The greatest communication barrier known to man is the lack of the common core of experience "When’s the last time you had a Manic Episode Doctor"?