People living with mental illness share many common traits. In the advocacy world, we share many of them openly. We discuss the symptoms of the illness, the uncertainty, the fear, and we share ways that people with mental illness can receive better treatment, better services, more understanding, and have better outcomes. We have another common trait that is seldom shared. We all experience it, on some level, and most of us share it only with our trusted friends and family. When we sit alone with other mentally ill people, we swap stories. That is when the true, unaltered, unpolished feelings come out. And what comes out is anger. More than anything, people with mental illness are pissed off. I am pissed off. This should not come as a surprise. The surprising thing would be if I wasn't. Pissed off should be expected. I have been discriminated against, marginalized, ignored, insulted, talked down to, and cast out by the greater society. I am viewed as defective. My accomplishments are meaningless when compared to a medical diagnosis that I just happened to be unlucky enough to have. And, frankly, I can't imagine not being pissed off if the only thing I had to deal with was the illness. For those who are unaware, having bipolar is quite a huge pain in the ass even before you factor in the bias, stigma, discrimination, and other such unhappiness. Who wouldn't be pissed off at there being a stereotype to explain every single thought, feeling, opinion, or idea I have? Do I disagree with you and am unwilling to compromise? Oh! I am obsessed! Do I refuse to see things from your point of view? Oh! I am delusional! Do I have lofty goals and difficult tasks I want to accomplish? Oh! I am grandiose! Do I tell you that I am not suffering symptoms of bipolar disorder at the moment? OH! DENYING THE SYMPTONS IS ONE OF THE SYMPTOMS OF BIPOLAR DISORDER! Frankly, it’s a minor miracle that I am not walking around screaming at every single person who believes they know who I am just because they know my diagnosis. It is a testament to who I actually am as a person. Kindness, compassion, understanding, and caring are not symptoms of bipolar disorder. They are human traits and some of the millions of traits that I have that cannot be summed up with a medical diagnosis. Stereotypes are the shorthand of the lazy. Getting to know a person on an individual level is time consuming. Difficult. Potentially painful. And, frankly, it involves constant work. There are people out there who believe in astrology, who believe that the time and place of your birth determines your personality. Who believe that, because someone is a Pisces, they’ll behave a certain way. Fortunately, most people regard this as silly. Just as silly as being able to determine someone’s personality because of a medical diagnosis. Society being gullible enough to believe that we can know a person based on any pre-determined anything is why we lack compassion, understanding, and caring. Because unless your stereotype is overwhelmingly positive, you are behind the eight-ball walking through the door. And that should piss anyone off.