My life has become a silent battle — one where the pain isn’t always visible, but it is felt every single day. Living with bipolar disorder means facing extreme highs and devastating lows that I never chose, yet must endure. It has taken away my peace, my sleep, my confidence, and sometimes even my hope.

Each day, I fight to stay strong, but the cost of treatment, therapy, and medication is more than I can manage alone. I am not asking for luxury — I am asking for a chance to live a normal life again. A life where I can wake up without fear, smile without forcing it, and believe in a future that doesn’t feel so heavy.

Your kindness can change that. Even the smallest donation brings me one step closer to care, stability, and healing. More than money, your support reminds me that I am not alone in this struggle.

If you cannot donate, please consider sharing my story. Your compassion could be the light that guides me out of this darkness.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for helping me hold on to hope.