Everything I Wish I Knew About My Bipolar Disorder at 13 Years Old
You’re 13 years old now, and there are a few things you should know.
You have bipolar disorder. No one knows this, not even you. But a lot of people notice that you act “weird” at times. You have decided to embrace your weirdness, which is fine, but what you really need is psychological help. And medication.
Don’t pass up any chance to get that help. Your high school will recommend to your parents that you get counseling. When your parents leave the choice up to you, take it. It will not go on your permanent record, and you will still get into a college. A very good college, in fact.
I know that at times you sit alone and cry. Other times you laugh at things no one else finds funny. This is not just “weirdness.” This is a mood disorder, called bipolar disorder, type 2. Your mood swings will make it difficult for you to make and keep friends. Keep trying. The friends you will find are worth it and will stand by you when you really need them. You will not be alone in dealing with this.
Your choice to go to college out of state will be a good one. There you will have a variety of experiences that will make you grow in unexpected ways. Your mood disorder will go to college with you, though. Leaving Ohio will not mean you will leave bipolar disorder behind. You will still feel the mood swings, and most of them will be depression.
It’s a good idea to take that year off between freshman and sophomore year. I know it will feel scary, but at that point, you will be in no shape to carry on with academics. Instead, you will get a job which, while not great, will introduce you to more new people and new ways of life. At least one of those people will stick with you till you are old and gray.
Returning to school will be a good decision. Your parents will support you in that decision. They won’t object to your year off because they know you will go back. It still won’t be easy, but you will have a core group of friends that accept you, even though you are different from them.
Your bipolar disorder will follow you back to college. It will make you miss some opportunities and choose others that will not be good for your mental health. You will be unhappy most of the time, but you will find that music helps you through it.
When you meet Rex, though, you will be encountering a problem too big for you to handle, and the relationship will leave you scarred as well. It would be best if you were to steer clear of him altogether. But then again, you will find some true friends in his circle, and it would be a shame to miss them. Try your best to hold yourself together, remember what I said about self-harm, and don’t give up on who you are. You are not your disorder, and you will get through this, despite everything.
I know you never gave a thought to marrying, but you will meet a man and in a few years you will marry him. This, I assure you, is a good decision. He will stick by you no matter what and help you find help.
Going into the building that says “South Community Mental Health” will be a good decision. Whatever you will be feeling at this point — most likely misery — it’s not mentally healthy. This will be the place where you will start to climb out of the hole you have found yourself in.
At last, a doctor will tell you that you have bipolar disorder – most often depression, but also anxiety. He will work with you to find a combination of medications that will help you. When that happens, you will become reacquainted with your brain and relearn how to function in the world at large. Your brain will function in a new way, one with fewer out-of-control feelings. You will experience life more fully and be glad of your new outlook.
It won’t be quick, and it won’t be easy, but you will have therapists, and friends, and work, and love, all of which will help see you through.
You will have bipolar disorder all your life, but it will not be your life, though it seems that way now.
Reach out for help whenever and wherever you find it. Cherish your friends. Keep trying, even when you want to give up.
Better times are on the way.
Love, me (older and maybe wiser).
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