When we hear the words mental illness, an image usually arrives before thought. It happens quickly, almost involuntarily: a figure in a hospital corridor, a television character speaking to no one in particular, a headline that links instability with danger and offers fear as an explanation.

We once moved together like three points in orbit. Time shifted the gravity, distance grew, and I learned that love does not mean holding on.

A personal account of living with treatment-resistant bipolar I disorder, CPTSD, anxiety, and trauma. Explore the physical, emotional, and mental realities of depression, the challenges of survival during December, and the resilience required to endure when hope feels out of reach.