My mind is full of thoughts about all that people that don't even know they're bipolar and are unable to get a diagnosis.
All that people, real people with real lives, not numbers, that live surrounded by war, extreme poverty, dictadorships, homelessness. People in countries that don't even have health systems. All there, being unexplicable depressed, wanting to die, or being manic, with no one to explain or understand them.

And I think of us, with internet access and diagnoses and medication and therapy, and most of us are having such a hard time, and I don't know.

It makes my blood boil, but at the same time I don't know if I'm really thankful either.

Just ranting. Have a nice day.