I believe I might be bipolar as my dad was. He died a year ago before I moved to play college football. I struggled the whole college year trying to cope and act normal as I played football and did my work. I have now decided football is not for me anymore and I am transferring schools. I have found a way to pay for it all and everything is right in the world. However, I feel so down and low. It feels like I have one day a week that I enjoy and pushes me to see another week, but the other 6 days are horrible. I feel like I am disappointing everyone for not continuing to play- or that I can't satisfy my dad because the last thing he knew before I died was that I was going to play. I'm not sure where this post is going and I am typing very fast, but this needed to be written so I decided I would post this. If you read this thank you I am just typing my feelings.