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I was asked to be an advocate for bipolar people. They wanted me to talk about the blessings of medication. These were parents of bipolar people asking. They were happy their children were not dead... not really thinking of their children's misery, their own having been so hard to bear. I, of course, had to decline, but they were such genuine and desperate people I just could not tell them that advocating for the zombification of some of the most beautiful humans ever born was not what I call right livelihood.
pipe up any time....
