Medication is a way of life for me. I take three in the morning, one in the afternoon, and two at night. Don't get me wrong, I take them because they keep me balanced, but it's a constant reminder every time my alarm goes off that I'm stuck with this illness. But that's just the… Continue reading Pharmacies and Falling Back.
When I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder I was terrified of what people would think of me. Even as little as 10 years ago people didn't know as much about mental illness as they do now. I might have finally had a name for my illness, but I certainly didn't understand it. How could I… Continue reading “Are you going to go postal or something?”
There was almost a period of grief after receiving my diagnosis. I personally experienced mixed emotions. On one hand I finally had a name for the monster living inside of me. On the other hand it meant I had barely begun my journey to wellness. For so long my illness was the only thing I… Continue reading Well, Who Am I Now?