In March, my psychiatrist changed my diagnosis (which I& #39;d been carrying for 6 years) from depression to bipolar. Tried to prescribe mood stabilizers but I couldn& #39;t do it anymore. I shook her hand, thanked her for everything and told her she probably wouldn& #39;t see me ever again.

This year has been difficult in ways I still fail to describe. But I& #39;d been on antidepressants (on and off) since 2014 and the therapeutic benefits were little to none. Not going down that route again.

But everyday has been difficult.

The only way I can describe the year is waking up and feeling like someone had poured wet cement over my face while I was sleeping.

On some days, I& #39;ve tried my best to mask it because almost everyone I know has told me (at least once, this year) that I& #39;m difficult to be around/no fun. But shit, man, this is exhausting.