Approximately 2 in every 100 people experience the intense highs and lows of Bipolar Disorder. The know the joys of being unbeatable, on top of the world, and they know the crushing despair of sinking so low they don’t know how they ever felt happiness before or that they ever will again. They visit doctors, take medication, and try their best to go about their normal lives like anyone else. I am one of these people.
With my father, his sister, his brother, his mother, and her sister and father all contributing their valued genetics, I was not exactly shocked at the diagnosis. The odds were not in my favour.
While the diagnosis was no shock, I still wasn’t prepared for the next year of my life. The experts and the books may spit out relevant phrases like “high energy” or “low mood” but as any sufferer would know, those words are meaningless when it comes down to it.
I decided to start this blog to write about the true experiences of this near fatal illness. I want to capture what those who write from studies could never truly understand. The courage it takes to continue, the impact of this disease on your life, the struggles and the triumphs.
I hope that people who live with Bipolar, who have loved ones that do, or that are merely interested in what’s in the mind of someone certifiably insane will find my writings entertaining, informative, and perhaps helpful as I offer advice on how to navigate both the obvious and more subtle trials of living with Bipolar. I would love to establish a caring community over time and welcome you to be a part of it.
Thank you for being part of the beginnings of my blogging experience.