I guess I've always wanted to believe that I could manage my life. That my family's inherited mental illness didn't plague me. I was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder when I was 18 years old. That was in 1990.
Bipolar disorder runs huge in my family, paternal grandmother, mother, uncles, cousins, it's always been everyone's fear not to get diagnosed with it.
I tried different meds over the years and everything always seemed to make me feel like I was living in a complete fog. I kept it a secret. I couldn't be honest and also be plagued by what everyone in my family so hugely denied. It was like being marked by horrible doom and something no one wanted to speak about.
I've been in and out of therapy throughout majority of my life. As I've gotten older I tried my best to manage my depression and anxieties the best I could.
I don't see that I suffer from mania and extreme highs like many in my family. I tend to have anxiety, nervousness, depression, that often make me physically feel sick. I tend more to avoid people and places. I am the most comfortable not leaving my home and dogs.
I am positive, upbeat, and generally happy majority of the time. I am better the less I am around others. I hate drama, arguing, negativity, and pessimistic people....
Ugliness, use you up, gossiping, haters.. I am better in my own head when I stay away and avoid these kinds of people.
I've always found it impossible to find people I can really trust. I've been let down, hurt, betrayed, and manipulated, by many.
The only thing I can really say that profoundly changed my life was opening my heart and finding faith in God.
Surrounding myself with the right people in my life and letting go and ridding my life of the wrong people has helped enormously.
As I've gotten older I've become comfortable with who I am and I don't feel the need to be a people pleaser. I love myself scars and all....I can finally sat that as hard as it is and was for me breaking the chains from my traumatic childhood, adulthood, and broken relationship with my mother was and is the only way I have found the freedom to heal and be honest with who I am and how I got here.
I am who I am from the life I've endured. But I have overcome it the best I can and I will never feel shamed for suffering from my depression and anxieties.
Somehow they have made me stronger, more empathetic, understanding, and a better version of myself because I've found acceptance within me. I accept me for me and that's what truly matters.