I own a bipolar diagnosis, a second for anxiety disorder, and a third for mild OCD. Some days my brain malfunctions. Like an old car backfiring, sometimes my brain is not a fun machine to take for a drive.
Today is one of those days. I managed these reasonably well until I entered the job market.
The demands of the modern job, the daily grind of work, broke my brain. I slowly fell apart. I am now medicated, which helps. But I cannot help but think about this. What if I wasn’t required to operate like a machine? What if I was allowed to operate like an animal? Like a living creature? Might I once again be able to manage the ups and downs of my brain?
We evolved for a different world than the one in which I find myself. I should come as no surprise that the fit is far from perfect.
Professor Harbinger's School for Villains 