The demons came back, I am not fighting them anymore because I don't have the strength and honestly I just fucking give up.<<<would you give up if I told you I loved you, slayed those demons, and helped you regain your strength?
Sometimes being bipolar is so damn difficult that I can't help hating myself; just wishing I could be like everyone else, that I could have normal days with normal emotions. But I can't be like everyone else so I cry.
One moment, you are happy with your life and everyone in it. The next, you feel like your life could not get any worse. Life is a big roller coaster ride, and it is not easy. Unfortunately, depression comes along with the territory.