I took this self-portrait to raise awareness of minority mental health month. This is to show what it felt like for me to experience bipolar disorder: like a balloon, I was filled up then squashed flat, the air whooshing out of me in waves. A ceaseless undulation of manic and depressive episodes perennial as the deep blue sky and as all-encompassing as the ruby red blood. My life soon became divided into one or the other, but still, I I refused to let it overtake every part of me. My face remained bare – human.