In me, two extremely different beings coexist hand in hand, who nevertheless understand each other.

I care about my depressive side coming up next my mania. I yearn for the energy of my mania when I’m depressed.

They become a mirror of the insecurities of one and the grandiloquence of the other. These are two parts of me: they are me.

Together, they somehow work things out, pulling each other from extreme to extreme. They are me.