I’m recently diagnosed bipolar II and in the throes of a severe depressive episode. My sister texted me to check in. I told her I was really depressed and she launched into a “you need to exercise more, healthy body = healthy brain” ramble when I told her I was getting help and finally getting medicated and seeing a therapist. 

I just started lamotrigine, oh but that’s not good enough. I have to “not give up” and get enough sunlight, and exercise, and eat healthy food. I told her that I can barely feed myself right now or brush my teeth and frankly her implying I wasn’t trying hard enough was hurtful. Then she said “don’t misinterpret” “control your reactions” and that she loves me and she says everything out of love.

She doesn’t know what it’s like to be bipolar. I fucking hate people. That is all