but I cannot overstate its inherent truth; I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for my family and friends. If you are a part of a mentally ill person's support team—even for a moment—you are a saint. And on behalf of everyone who ever needed a reminder to take his meds or a voice of reason before taking a wrong turn or just a random hug in person or via text, I thank you.
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Eight years ago today—three years after leaving the hospital and just hours after taking the very first dose of yet another new bipolar med ...
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