My self esteem was on the floor from constant rejection. I was tired of faking a smile. Tired of hiding my illness. Overwhelmed by everything.
Bipolar? You suck. You didn’t try to kill me with a devastating suicidal depression. You didn’t turn me into the invincible, wreckless hypomanic being you sometimes do. You just were. You played with me and seriously tainted yet another precious time in my life.
The agitation and anxiety was exhausting. Even although my body and mind were crying out for rest, I simply couldn’t settle. The simple act of me being still was about as likely to happen as a baby lying still in the midst of the most excruciating bout of colic.
The running theme is that bipolar sucks. It seriously sucks. We are all battling like Mel Gibson in Braveheart with his painted face and bloody big shield to ward off the gremlin within us all. We are survivors.
GUEST BLOGGER – Alicia has shared in the most honest and genuine way, just what living with bipolar means to her. It demonstrates how different yet similar everyone’s experiences of the same illness can be. Thank you Alicia for being so brave in sharing your story. Continue reading “12 – Guest blog – On the right path”
GUEST BLOGGER – Raw, real and heartfelt. This week’s guest blogger is all that and more, and I was once again reminded that everyone has their own story to tell, even when living with the same illness…
GUEST BLOG – One of the wonderful things I’ve discovered since starting my blog is that you become part of a community. My guest blogger this week is Allie, is a 23 year old Dental Assistant who lives in Illinois. At the age of just 17, Allie was diagnosed with bipolar 2. Here follows Allie’s courageous and candid account of her journey so far… Continue reading “10 – Guest Blog – Internal turmoil”