Identity

I didn't know what was wrong with me, only that I was hopelessly unhappy with life. Sure there were fleeting moments of joy, but to be completely honest, I have to admit that most of the time when I looked at other people with a big smile on my face and I would erupt in laughter, underneath it all, I was actually just painfully pretending to be happy. Behind closed doors I was nothing but an utter mess. Endless tears from crying constantly seemed to be the sad theme of my life, until...
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I didn't know what was wrong with me, only that I was hopelessly unhappy with life. Sure there were fleeting moments of joy, but to be completely honest, I have to admit that most of the time when I looked at other people with a big smile on my face and I would erupt in laughter, underneath it all, I was actually just painfully pretending to be happy. Behind closed doors I was nothing but an utter mess. Endless tears from crying constantly seemed to be the sad theme of my life, until something I wasn't expecting happened to me. I was admitted into hospital and was later diagnosed with an incurable mental illness called bipolar disorder. I was incredibly uncertain of what life would now be like with having been prescribed psychiatric medication to take daily. Everything in my life had been changed and little did I know that it was all in the lead up to one mere moment where I would graciously be given a choice of whether or not to accept a new identity.