Because…it’s not so simple. Stigma aside: Those who move forward seeking help in diagnosing and managing one’s mental illness are only taking the first step in a monumental undertaking.
I struggle with type 2 bipolar disorder. Bipolar has transformed my life into a monumental challenge, and I feel guilty when it affects my family and friends. Fatigue Smiling, interacting, being part of the family unit or social circle… all can be exhausting. Between my medications and pushing through the day, I sometimes slip into… Read More Bipolar Confessions from a Wife, Mother, and Friend.
Friendships are hard for a bipolar, anxiety-ridden introvert. Other than my years of being bullied, friendships were good overall. By 11th grade…and college…and early years of my career, friends were sprinkled throughout. Not many, but enough. None lasted, although I thought they would. As much as I tried to keep them near, they drifted further… Read More Outing My Bipolar Self