When I was in second grade, my dad was suddenly hospitalized though he hadn’t appeared sick to me in the days before. A few days later I would learn that my dad was sick, but with a kind of illness you can’t see, and it was called bipolar.
I was fortunate to grow up in a family where we could openly talk about mental illness.
I was then diagnosed with ADHD at a young age, and it was very apparent in my life. With the support of family and friends, I graduated high school and then college despite the obstacles that come with ADHD.
When I was 21 my friends, family, and I noticed some strange behavioral changes in my day to day and I began to feel mentally, not myself.
I decided it was time to revisit a psychiatrist. After a few visits, I was diagnosed with Bipolar 2 disorder.
The next year was very rough as I tried different medications then finally found one that worked! Things became more smooth after that though I still face some unique challenges.
I am 25 now and I find that the most difficult part of having bipolar disorder is being closeted, afraid to be myself and tell people my story because of the existing stigma. I came upon this site when I was trying to find what we can do to change it!
I’m so glad I’ve found a new place for support!