I was 17 when I became diagnosed with Bipolar. I never really understood how that would change my life until now. I am 25 and have been living with mental illness for 8 years. Through that time I have been hospitalized over 25 times. I felt that there was really no hope to the consent changing of medication, doctors, therapist, case managers. But it wasn’t till about three years ago. I finally found my hope.
I was sitting in my hospital room and then it hit me. That I shouldn’t be hurting myself to make me feel better. I should be speaking out and making others understand what Mental Illness is all about. I have always wanted to be the person who helps someone find their way and have a reason to live. My reason for living is the fact that I have so many people who truly care about me.
I have been doing classes and been through training to become a Peer Support Specialist. I always have known that GOD wanted me to help reach others who are going through the same things that I was once going through. I have been able to go to college and actually pass all my classes with a B or A. I have always felt that I was a failure, but when someone told me that I don’t have to change to please others. It took a big load off my chest.
All my life I have thought that I needed to be great at everything that I did. So each time I would take on more then I could handle and would always end up in a Crisis situation. I have a friend once tell me that if people want you to change then, I should tell them that they “Got to be the change they want to see in me.”
I am so happy to be a part of Mental Illness because I didn’t let Bipolar define me. I Defined Bipolar and what it is to me. I hope that I can help more people in their journey to finding a balance with mental illness.
I also want people to know that my College is actually starting up a NAMI group on the college/university level. So I hope that I can make a big difference it some of my fellow class mates and peers. Thanks mental illness for being part of my life.