I remember the day I got the diagnoses. “You have bipolar disorder, depression and anxiety.” She explained what those were and interestingly enough, I thought, “Phew! I’m actually NOT crazy!” This thing has a name. Now I can do something about it.
The medication stabled me out for the most part. But there were times, that the antipsychotics made me feel like a stranger looking from the outside. There were times i couldn’t speak either bc the words came out like i was drunk or I was too scared they would. I was in at least 5 fender benders/wrecks during that time. And unfortunately, it didn’t ward off all manic phases.
But let me tell you about an even better day: the day the bipolar, the depression and the anxiety left me. It was the morning after days of feeling manic. The depression hit hard. I had overslept, missed a meeting and my daughter had gotten herself up and fixed herself “breakfast” and was...