What about the world of bi-polar

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans. . . If reality differs from person to person, can we speak of reality singular, or shouldn't we really be talking about plural realities? And if there are plural realities, are some more true (more real) than others? What about the world of bipolar, paranoia and voices? Maybe it's as real as our world. Maybe we cannot say that we are in touch with reality and she/he is not, but should instead say, her/his reality is so different from ours that she/he can't explain hers/his to us, and we can't explain ours to her/his. The problem, then, is that if subjective worlds are experienced too differently, there occurs a breakdown in communication ... AND THERE IS THE REAL ILLNESS.

My manic mind.

I've had very similar ramblings. I've always felt very misunderstood and blamed my struggles on communication with others not being able to comprehend my reality. Is bipolar all a social construct? Perhaps it's our gift and it's just society that's broken. What if we were raised in a shamanic culture where we were selected at a young age to train as shamans in order to serve our people. Instead of a mental illness we would be considered gifted and powerful. How do we know if we all really perceive colors the same way? What if my blue is your yellow? We would never know because we would always answer blue to that type of light. But what we are actually perceiving could differ radically.

Thank you wander. I like your thought process and know you understood what I was trying to say. Like fire, wind, earth, and water; I struggle to maintain. The four corners of balance of this imbalance. Passion pours from all points and I see everything... a bit blurry. All four magnets pull with such strong force battling. Blissful are the moments when they all come together; Euphoria blooms and I can be beautiful when the puzzle fit I know this feeling well; a disastrous storm I often weather. I feel wildly out of control, yet I am not the Devil although smoke does rise; Blue to gray my eyes change and I am a beautiful disaster! When fire fights water, the earth trembles, and wind swirls the ash. One being am I, an exotic twist; a unique breed of struggle within.

Yes, everyone's abilities and experiences become their own reality. We can't say that some people have more "unreal" reality - what they have is their only reality.
I've always said to other people that I need to take drugs to fit better in society. And this is what becomes important - to function more or less "normally" in society that we have, to be able to live your life independently, have your favourite job, follow your dreams and have a good life. When you're too confused, paranoid, manic, depressed etc then the world becomes a very difficult place to live in.