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Waking up to a quiet room, the ceiling above feels distant and cold. For a moment, the only thing grounding me is the steady rise and fall of my chest as I breathe. This simple act, a mindfulness technique I have learned, takes all my willpower. I focus on my breath for 30 seconds, maybe a minute, as my husband begins his day beside me. But beneath this calm surface, a storm brews—a battle with bipolar depression that colors my world in shades of darkness. Living with bipolar