Coming out of the Bipolar Closet
So it’s been a few years, okay wait - a lifetime. Of “Oooh, and Ah Hah, and that makes sense” moments.
So Fucking what.
The Diagnosis 3 years ago doesn’t change anything. I’m still the same me, right?!
GIRL! Bless Your Heart. You are Mighty Wrong.
Yes, innately you may have always known, something was off and didn’t add up. You may have equipped it to your Childhood Trauma and fast forward blame it on your Trine Water Sign..but listen.
The Power is Now in Your Hands.
Let me Repeat….
The POWER is NOW in YOUR HANDS.
Hypomania, Depression, Dips and Dives, High and Low Tides..Diagnoses…ALL of it is in your full control.
Tale the Meds. It’s what they tell me. So I do and I don’t and I do again and don’t again.
Until, enough is enough.
I'm Worthy, Intelligent, Kind, Generous, Loyal, Responsible, Respectful, Patient, Spiritual, Artistic, Funny, Loving, Honest and MOST importantly AUTHENTIC.
Oh Sweet Authenticity…she always has my back.
Mostly, I’m tired of pretending to be “I’m good!” - when asked how are you, while experiencing my challenging days.
Mostly, I’m tired of pretending to be “Happy!” on my dip/low days.
Mostly, I’m tired of being “baseline” when consistent on my meds, all the while my body is craving a night out, cold Bourbons and bad decisions, lots of dance parties kinda night.
Mostly, I’m just tired. Tired of hiding my Authentic self.