***Disclaimer I am not a professional, this is simply a reflection on my own personal experience and this is also not categorizing all individuals diagnosed with Bipolar disorder.

I dance under the lights of the stage, the music washes over me. I feel the words like the gentle caress of a lovers fingertips. The notes touch me in an intimate way. My body moves involuntarily, fluid and practiced movements. Arms up, my hands swirl through the lyrics I see dancing on air. I feel all eyes on me, and...