Bipolar Story Posted April 23, 2011
I am a 42-year-old mother of three blessed children. I was diagnosed at 16 while very manic and confused. Today has been hard for me – the day before Easter of all times! My husband of 23 years is as supportive as he can be, but all too often forgets that I am, in fact, a full blown poster child for Bipolar.
At times, I think my doc is speaking French to me. I take my meds but a lot of the time I know I need new meds or higher dosages. I just want to cry a lot because I feel like instead of explaining my ideas or actions, I feel I kiss ass and let it slide, I am not taken seriously at all because I don’t help my case by bottling it up and then letting it blow when I can’t take any more.
If you have someone who has bipolar in your life, show mercy and understanding. It is needed and the gratitude will be shown.
Today I was educated on just what a failure I have been since my mom’s death three years ago. It’s a long story but let’s just say it ended up with my heart being hurt very badly by one I love, admire, respect, count on, and basically idolize. Please don’t add hurt to one who lives with it daily, and if you have to cause pain, try your best to ease it – no more is needed to any one let alone someone who beats themself up over past mistakes anyways. I guess that’s my biggest message: Don’t be cruel.