I’m bipolar. Now wait, before you start to tell me about how “I’m a person with bipolar disorder,” you might want to know, I don’t care. I use the English language in a non-politically correct way. Call it a quirk.
I have a new one for you: I am stalked by bipolar disorder. Kind of like an angry ex-boyfriend for whom you have a restraining order but insists on constantly scaring and tormenting you anyway.
Bipolar Disorder Lives Over There
The reason people don’t like it when I say I’m bipolar is because they think I mean “all that I am is bipolar,” which is ridiculous and their problem, not mine. I think nothing of the kind. Bipolar does take up a chunk of life, but then so does my love of Ben and Jerry’s. I’m fairly certain I’m neither Ben nor Jerry.
In fact to me, bipolar can be envisioned as an amorphous cloud of sharpened darkness that constantly follows me around stabbing me from time to time. Sometimes I manage to get at arm’s length from my stalker. Sometimes he sits on my head. But either way, he lives over there.
Perhaps. But when a disease attacks the thing you must use to even understand the attack, metaphor and philosophy come into play.
When a disease attacks your leg, or even your bone or blood, it’s easy to understand this problem. It’s easy to comprehend that evil little viruses or mutated cells are not part of you, but invaders. It’s very difficult to comprehend bipolar as an invader as it has invaded the thing involved in comprehending its invasion.
I Don’t Have Bipolar Either
So you see, if you want to be all politically and philosophically correct, I do not have bipolar disorder. It’s really more accurate to say that bipolar disorder attempts to have me. For dinner. Or as a snack. It is more correct to say that I’m stalked by bipolar. Hunted by it. Invaded by it.
My brain has been attacked by bipolar disorder.
Terribly accurate. Terribly unwieldy.
You Don’t Have to Agree
Don’t worry. The English language doesn’t really call for immensely accurate description of such things. I’m not about to force it on people.
But just so you know, suggesting you have bipolar disorder, like one would have a car, is most ridiculous. You don’t have a car that is trying to run you over.