I am a person who happens to have bipolar disorder, anxiety, and OCD. Those do not define me. Oh, but they used to. My mood changes made no one want to be around me. My anxiety and OCD took me to places I never want to go again. I got help after years of self harm and self medicating. I am not saying that I never have days where climbing in a hole sounds better than reality. Everyone has days like that just some more than others. When I finally sought help and had a support system, even if it is just two people, I felt relief. A weight taken off my shoulders. I now have someone to hold my hands when I am picking at my cuticles so I can focus on slowing down my thoughts. I now have someone to help and love me through mania and my depression. My support system and willingness to always make progress but never strive for perfection helps me get through one day at a time.