Today I found out about you. I found out that for a long time you’ve messed with my happiness, my feelings of sanity and contentment. You were the one who made all that I once enjoyed something of the past. You pushed away friends and family members. You made me feel incredible at one point, only to drop me to the lowest depths of despair and emotional pain. You’ve messed with my relationships with my dear husband and beautiful children. If there is any reason to rid you of my being, it is that: my family. You cannot take that from me. You won’t; I won’t let you.
Now that I know about you, I have realized that the destruction and psychological fractures you’ve inflicted can be repaired. I refuse to let you win. I refuse to let you run my life. I will fight you until the day I take my last breath. I will do all in my power to see you shrink into a bad dream of the past. I hate you. I truly hate you.
What you don’t realize, is that my drive and resolve are stronger than you. My support system can over-take you. I am more than you realize and I am worth the fight, my husband is worth the fight, my children are worth the fight. You will lose, and I will conquer my demons, specifically you, Bipolar.
You messed with the wrong girl.
Your worst nightmare,
Emily
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