Grainbach — At the time, bipolar was the diagnosis — but it later became clear it didn’t fully explain what was happening.
What happened to me was something else.
In August, from my internal experience, I wasn’t “cycling.” I wasn’t unraveling. I wasn’t losing myself.
I was over-leveraged.
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HOF — It’s been thirty-four days since I stopped taking medication.
The first three weeks of October were an abyss—days of heavy silence, a depression so deep it seemed to absorb light. Then, around October 21, something shifted. I began to swing between two poles: one day happy and open to everything around me—people, nature, even strangers on the street—and the next, emptied out again.
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HOF —
People look at me and assume I’ve lived a privileged life.
And in some ways — they’re not wrong.
My father comes from one of the most famous families in Damascus.
My mother, from one of the most powerful in Ghouta.
I have relatives scattered across the globe.
Wherever I land, there’s always someone who can help pull a string.
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