For five years, my brain was broken. I would spiral into months of the lowest lows and then suddenly snap back into the highest of highs, only to feel myself slipping back into depression and repeating the cycle all over again. It was exhausting, and it caused me to push people away, lose relationships, pass down opportunities and probably more. I try not to think about what could have been if I was fully myself for all that time, because I know now it was a result of executive dysfunction and not laziness, worthlessness or any other word I would use to put the blame on myself. What’s funny is I’m lucky. It takes between six to 10 years on average to receive a proper bipolar diagnoses because only time reveals patterns. Most, like me, are diagnosed with unipolar depression and prescribed SSRIs, which actually exacerbate bipolar symptoms. I was convinced nothing would ever work for me, that this was just how I would feel for the rest of my life—like the floor was more comfortable tha...