I equally hate racism, sexism, homophobia, & mental health discrimination.
The truth is, I struggle with hypomania whenever stressed or overstimulated, then I cycle low as I must “recuperate” from the hypomania.
If we are to destigmatize mental illness, we must stop distancing ourselves from and judging certain diagnoses as worse than or other than.
What happens, he wondered, if I break this rule just a little bit?
I take care of others and don’t get enough support for myself.
It’s not bipolar depression, but simply the weight of caregiving, a weight all caregivers feel.
I forcefully threw my iPad down and then proceeded to flip over the kitchen table. Crap.
My parents both strongly believe that he had gone to heaven and come back.
When my husband or son stay home because they are ill, I lose the structure around which I organize my day and my self.
I often feel like I have fallen down from up high, and am less of a person than I once was.
And I’ve only just begun…
Even if my bipolar disorder progresses, even if I get dementia, I can still love and be loved.
Exhausting and stressful.
Why do so many of us feel compassion for those with dementia and fear those with mental illness?
Balance, blanace, balance, where is the balance?
After I had my breakdown at age thirty, I moved back in with my parents.