No, not true,
I live with my bipolar self. I feel blessed to have found a way to write fearlessly and freely. However, I will admit the temptation of abusing my condition for the sake of creativity still exists. I’ve found that temptation is a terrible lie.
Thirteen years ago I lost my hold on reality, and was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and GAD. It was a creativity dry and emotion free 5 years after I started my BP medications. I endured the numbness and side effects because i feared the place I’d fallen into more than comfort and loss of creativity.
When I was a younger writer I “taught” myself how to spiral down into dark depression, or use substances. When I was an adult, I threw all that work into the garbage. Good riddance.
I’ve recently been blessed with freedom in writing. I love the sound, taste, and rhythm of words. Sometimes I fear I sound pretentious. I don’t mean to. I am just trying to write fearlessly (thank you Pat Pattison/Caroline Harvey).
The article below covers the topic better than I have.
“When we say that people need alcohol, drugs, or mental illness to produce great art, we are saying that the art is more important than the person.”