How bipolar impacts my familial relations

Sometimes I feel like my bipolar doesn’t just live in me—it lives in my whole family. My moods, my highs and lows, my unpredictable moments… they ripple out and affect the people I love the most. I hate that I can hurt them even when I’m not trying, and I hate feeling like I have to hide parts of myself just to keep peace.

It’s exhausting. I want to be honest and present, but I also don’t want to push them away or make them worry.

How do you handle family and the impact it has on them?

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