Bi-Polar Stronghold

I can't decide if I should scream my head off, or cry. Maybe both?

One of my nephews attempted suicide and he is the eldest son of the brother I hate right down to my marrow.

My dad is the one who told me about this - then asked me if I "knew of anyone in the family who is bipolar?"

What.
The.
Fuck.

Seriously?!

Am I being punk'd here?!

"Well, Dad, YES I do know someone. ME."

Holy hell! I almost choked on the words because I couldn't believe that, still, after all these years, he refuses to believe (or acknowledge) I have mental health issues.

"They want to know what medication you are taking," my dad replied.

"Who's "they"?"

"Brandon's doctors."

I called my brother (who I hate the most) to tell him the names of the meds I take and, of course, he was SHOCKED that I, too, am bipolar and that I, too, have attempted suicide.

Where the fuck have these people been?!

I told my brother, "For all the people who think I'm just 'crazy' - well I'm not. I'm bipolar and it's a bitch of a cycle to be on."

I could hear the wind rustle his hair as what I said flew right over his head.