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Recently, someone asked me what a bipolar episode feels like?

Honestly, it's hard to say.

During a manic phase, you're filled with euphoria, excitement to the point of aggression, with countless fireworks exploding in your heart. It feels slightly off, but because positive emotions are so rare, you choose to ignore it selectively.

Time becomes flowing honey, scalding hot before it solidifies.

The depressive phase, however, feels like the entire bustling city suddenly goes dark, even the insects and birds stop singing, and without warning, you find yourself weighted down with a sack of stones thrown into the bottomless trench.

It's cold and deep, motionless, with even breathing becoming heavy.

The contrast between manic and depressive phases is the most terrifying; each time you think you're "better," everything collapses the next second, and you're back to being the "sick" self.

You want to scream, punch the wall, beg to be let out, "I'm almost better, I'm fine, believe me, believe me."

Just futile.

Everything becomes very heavy, very heavy. I understand that feeling, trust me.

Pain does not disappear; it either watches from afar or rolls over you directly. As we age, we no longer believe that everything will get better; that's some sort of self-hypnosis whispered to push ourselves forward.

I hope during depressive phases, we have someone to accompany us. It's not necessary to become happy; read a book, drink some brown sugar milk, take a nap. Let's assume the past us has died, and tomorrow is a new day, let's just take things slowly.

Slowly, step by step, treat the manic phase as a noisy friend, occasionally go along, watch their antics, exercise to vent, seek professional help, take medicine. Solve it slowly.

Have you noticed? I keep emphasizing "take things slowly," we shouldn't strive for an instant solution. Moving from a low point to a slightly less low point is progress too. We are kind people; we deserve to be happy. It's just that we've encountered tasks that need to be completed, and this might be a lifelong lesson.

Don't worry too much, we'll all be here with you. What I want to say is, you're not alone.

I know sometimes emotions can hit hard, leaving you feeling helpless and in pain. But remember, it's not your fault.

You're really brave, truly.

Every day you're battling with your own emotions, and that takes immense courage. Whether in happiness or sorrow, I will be by your side.

We can seek professional doctors together, and also learn how to take better care of ourselves. When you feel out of control, remember to take a deep breath and tell yourself, "This is only temporary."

You don't have to bear this alone. Even in the darkest moments, we'll be by your side. Every progress, every small improvement you make, deserves recognition and celebration.