Bipolar is not just swinging madly across a spectrum of deep blue to fiery orange without being stained by the indigos and greens, yellows and reds in between. Bipolar is not just a season blessed and a season cursed on a cycle of happen, rinse, repeat. bipolar is not just Loud uncontrollable chatter laughter that bounces off the insides of your head Or earthshattering sobs that give way to teardrops that are waterfalls. bipolar is not just wanting to rove our hands over the planes and curves of every body we happen to find ****. bipolar is not just an amalgamation of wounds in various stages of healing each with an ugly story to tell. Bipolar is just so hard to deal with, (sometimes).