My name is Telbin: and I am bipolar

By telbin alves

First of all, I need to tell you: this is not a pretty book.
It's not one of those books you read and finish feeling like everything will be okay. Because, honestly, I still don't know if everything turns out okay in the end. And I don't even know if there is such a thing as an ending.
This book is about me. About what lies behind the forced smile, the jokes that disguise the chaos, the unexplained disappearances, and the sleepless nights staring at the ceiling, negotiating with life so that tomorrow won't hurt so much.
I'm bipolar.
It's not charm, it's not drama, it's not a lack of God. It's an inner hell I've learned to carry. A persistent host that's been with me since long before I knew its name.
For a long time, I was the weird guy. The friend who disappears. The guy who laughs too much and then spends three days locked in his room. The one who promises the world one day and can't get out of bed the next. And I hated not being able to explain.
When the diagnosis came, I didn't become bipolar-I just understood the name of the monster that bit me without warning. But that didn't solve everything. It didn't bring peace. It just made me understand that I would have to learn to live with myself more honestly.
This book is not for those who want advice.
It's not for those looking for formulas for overcoming difficulties. It's for those who feel. For those who suffer. For those who have wanted to disappear. For those who carry a disorder or carry someone who does.
Here, I tell my story without retouching.
The days I wanted to die. The days I felt like God. The people I lost. The ones who saved me without knowing it. The moments I thought I'd gone completely mad and those when I thought madness made me more human.
If you've come this far, thank you.
If you decide to continue, know that you're entering a territory where light and shadow coexist. And, in a way, this book is my way of surviving myself.
I'm Telbin. And yes, I'm bipolar.
Welcome to my world.

Foreword:
A text by you for those who are about to truly know you-stripped of social masks. You can begin by saying that this isn't a pretty book, nor an easy one, but it's true.
I don't know exactly when it started.
It's hard to pinpoint the moment our minds begin to betray us. Maybe because, at first, we don't even notice. We just feel it. We just find it strange. And, because we don't know how to name it, we let it go .
When I was a child, people called me "weird." Sometimes I'd spend hours staring at the sky, imagining conversations with clouds and creating worlds only I could see. Other times, it was like a thunderclap pierced me inside, and I needed to run, scream, do everything at once. My mother said it was too much energy. My father told me to shut up and behave. And so life went on.
At school, things started to get harder. There were days when I was the top-ranked student, participating in everything, and charming my teachers. Other days, I disappeared. I skipped class and sat in my grandmother's backyard staring into space, as if the world had gone silent to me. And no one understood. Not even me.
They called me lazy, problematic, and overreacting. But it was more than that. It was an emptiness that physically hurt, as if someone had ripped a piece out of me and I couldn't quite place it.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: B0FHKV72S9
• ISBN13: 9798292529002
• Release Date: July 2025
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 52 Pages
• Weight: 0.18 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.1" x 6.0" x 9.0"