Hello. I have been diagnosed with bipolar disorder since I was 5. I started experiencing intense depression when I was raped last year by a man I barely even knew. I started hearing voices telling me that I was nothing. That it was my fault that I felt ugly. I developed bulimia 4 months later. I have been seeing the shadow people for 7 years and It got progressively worse this past year. I have been recently seeing a new psychiatrist who is helping me cope. I want everyone to know that there is hope. I’m getting better and so will you.
I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder about 20 years ago. My life was a wreck, I couldn’t keep a job, lord knows I couldn’t keep a relationship, and I felt pretty hopeless. I considered every day to be a white knuckle day – a day where I would just hold on tight just to not kill myself. It is a miracle that I made it through alive. One day my boss called me into her office and said that she was going to take me to a doctor, a mental health hospital or she would fire me. I chose the doctor. He was a wonderful man and it was the beginning of a long life of endless medication trial and errors to try and get things balanced. I got a great therapist – one that I work with until this day – who taught me life lessons. She taught me how to survive. My medication is balanced and I am 99.9% adherent because it works (nobody is perfect).
I always thought that I would end up having menial jobs all my life because things were always so unpredictable. Life was up and down and I really never knew whether I was going to make it through the day let alone the next one. But little by little I learned new tools. I learned how to cope with the things that life tossed at me. Today, I have my PhD and a 10 year relationship. I can’t say that I don’t still have tough days – but I can say that I am tougher than my tough days. I know that I can make it through just about anything. I don’t know that I am willing to go so far as to say that I am grateful to have bi-polar disorder – but I do believe that it has made me a unique, determined, and special individual. I wouldn’t be me without out it – and I like me.
I was recently diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder (Type 2), and am highly irritated with the negative stigma associated with all the mental illnesses including, this one. Throughout my life, I have had issues with my mood, and have been referred to as “too emotional.” My instability, when it came to my emotions combined with bullying, did not help my situation as I was growing up. I have never met my dad, and for four years of my life (8-10 years old), I lived without my mother as she was arrested and forced into the state prison. As I entered my second year of college, everything kind of “blew up in my face,” so to speak, and I went into a cognitive impatient treatment center and began the experimentation with different medications. This diagnosis has caused so much more suffering than I had imagined, and I am so amazed that those in more difficult situations are still functioning. I am dedicated to eliminate the stigma associated with mental illnesses and to end suicide due to bullying and mental illnesses that go untreated.
Growing up, my hero was my big brother. We had a great relationship, he was eight years older than me and the perfect best friend.
As we all grew older he began to suffer from bi polar. Our family began the roller coaster of ups and downs that mental illness brought. There were so many things I didn’t understand, there were times I hated him, times I wished things could just be as they were when we were younger. Through everything though, I always loved him. We were so much alike, and now even more in a way I always was afraid of.
I left public highschool when I was a sophomore, my social anxiety was so horrible that I would stay in my classes at lunch time. I didn’t make any friends, I never felt like I fit in with anyone and I always felt different.
Hello, my name is Whitney. I was diagnosed with depression at age 13, attempted suicide twice and later diagnosed with bipolar disorder at age 28. Mental illnesses runs in my family but my illness went untreated for a long period of time which caused me to progress to the next stage. My chemical imbalance left me confused during my childhood and teen years because I could not understand what I was going through. The struggle is not easy but I still mange to maintain a healthy lifestyle, enjoy my husband and raise my beautiful children. One day I hope to start a nonprofit organization that raises awareness on mental illness and show others that life is beautiful and suicide is not the answer .
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