I’ve talked about being bipolar many times, so many of you know I have it. Today is World Bipolar Day. It’s held on March 30th, which is Vincent Van Gogh’s birthday, because he was posthumously diagnosed to have likely been Bipolar.
If anyone has questions, I am always open to give you my best answers and discuss it.
My diagnosis came at age 28, 13 years after my symptoms began. I was treated from age 15 to 28 as having depression. I even had my first doctor when I was 15 put me on prozac with the statement “It works for your mother, it will work for you.” However, my mom did have depression so it worked, it did not work for me, and that asshole refused to believe me and change it. I got that diagnosis 10 years ago… And it changed everything… However, it took another 5 years or so to get the meds right.
Currently, I am battling the return of heavy symptoms along with PPD and PPA. I’m kind of a mess… But I am sharing all this, in hopes we can end the stigma… Not just for Bipolar, but for mental illness in general. We are not people who need to be feared, we need to be supported, understood and loved, even when we are difficult to love.
#endthestigma #WorldBipolarDay
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