I’ve faced bipolar depression all my life. The more career stress I felt, the more vulnerable I became, and the older and less resilient I was, the less I was able to cope. Finally, I reached out to a therapist. I started to accept my diagnosis and the medications that went along with it. I began to find some stable ground.
These solutions did not come easily.
I could not have done this alone. The support of loved ones willing to make the journey to good mental health with me was critical. They listened. They worked with me to create helpful conversation about what I go through. This got us through the bad days. It helped us rebuild our strained relationships.
I still have bad days, but they are less bad than they could be. I have over-the-top happy days, too. But I am less driven by them. This is my journey of hope. I’d love to share what I learned with you—not in medical terms, but in the language of redemption. Perhaps you have bipolar disease or another mental disorder. You are not alone! And you don’t need to hide.
Instead, the world needs to accommodate you and your needs.
- It’s time we throw out old negative terms used to describe those with mental health issues.
- It’s time we stop ostracizing these people.
- It’s time we demystify bipolar disorder.
- It’s time to stop being afraid of this disease.