The Mind Is a Battlefield (And Sometimes It Wins)
- Tanier
- Apr 18
- 1 min read

“I suffer more in my imagination than in my real life. Please get out of your head.”
Some days, that line runs on a loop in my brain. It’s like a whisper and a scream at the same time.
Living with bipolar disorder or depression isn’t always about external chaos. Sometimes the hardest part is the world inside my head — the fears I create, the imagined failures, the spiraling thoughts that seem so real in the moment. It’s a strange, exhausting war between what is and what my brain insists might be.
I’ve had moments where everything outside of me looked fine. Everyone thinks I’m alright, and of course, I smile.
Bipolar who? It’s not just the highs and lows, it’s the in between. It’s the fear that the good days are just a setup for the crash. It’s trying to enjoy peace while your brain is ready to predict the next storm.
I’ve learned that telling myself “get out of your head” isn’t always enough. But what does help is naming it. Writing. Talking about it. Letting it live outside of me, even just a little, so it doesn’t have to take up so much space inside.
If you’re reading this and you’ve been living in your head too much this is your reminder:
You are not your thoughts.
You are not your diagnosis.
You are not alone.
My story equals our story. And this one? It’s still being written. So let’s keep writing it, together
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