How Having Bipolar Disorder is Like Running a Marathon- By Susan Walz

When a runner runs a 100-yard dash, they sprint as fast they can to the end of their race, hoping to break through the red tape at the finish line, signaling to themselves and everyone else that they were the fastest and won the race. […]

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