But trouble was always lurking around the corner.
Believe me things can get better with the right help and support.
It breaks my heart when I see or hear of people saying this to people who struggle with mental illness.
It’s been just over two years since I was diagnosed. I’ve learnt how to manage my Bipolar Disorder and I’ve been stable (with only a few bumps in the road) for most of that time.
What do you think when you hear the term “mentally ill”? Stigma can make it difficult for people to accept that they need help. I’m here to say, I NEED HELP and that’s okay.
As I flipped through the pictures it was like someone had documented my moods in selfies.
I know its okay to talk about my experiences; I find writing helps me, more than I realized.
I hadn’t wanted to act that way. But it was like something took over my brain and my body.
Dr. D got down on her knees, forced me to make eye contact and said very clearly… “It’s not your fault.”
As some of you know, I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder two years.