Official Diagnosis

So I’ve talked about my depression and anxiety a little on this site, but it is hard to talk about sometimes because mental illness is still seen as somewhat taboo. Due to some FMLA paperwork I submitted for my job, I found out that my official diagnosis had changed from Major Depressive Disorder to Bipolar 2.

This might not seem like a big deal to some of you, but it sort of devastated me. Bipolar 2 is

A less severe type of bipolar disorder characterized by depressive and hypomanic episodes.

It is a lifelong illness and does not have a cure only treatment. My aunt is bipolar, so it runs in my family, but seeing those words on paper broke my heart. It was as if seeing my future in front of me but something blocked the path.

I know that it does not decide who I am, but I feel that I am traveling through this life with a monkey on my back. That, with meds and therapy, I can keep the monkey where belongs give me a little bit of hope, but I am still unsure of how I feel about it. I guess that makes the metaphor work. Whatever.

Comment Starters
1. How did you react when you received a diagnosis you didn’t want to acknowledge?
2. Tell me of your own experiences of dealing with mental illness.


Muscatel Darjeeling


This tea is fantastic and high quality, but it is not for me. One might say that it’s not my cup of tea, but it is my tea. Drinking mostly without sugar which did not help the flavor but it brought out the quality of it. I would recommend this to people who like strong black teas that are similar to an early morning breakfast tea. A teaspoon of honey and a splash of milk overpower the tea a bit, but it made it more palatable for me.  Others would have said that I ruined it, but to each their own.

Once upon a time…

….there lived a girl with a phone of glass.
Her life was not easy,
but she dropped it without fail many times.
Her phone had taken its beating enough,
The day of its breaking was upon us.

She went about her day as usual
But the clouds did brew in the sky
As trouble would soon befall her
And her phone screen would shatter.

This day she returns from lunch
Chitting and chatting with friends
Slip once from her hand
Her phone falls to the ground
And the joyful laugher it ends.

Lessons were learned by the girl that day
If she does not get a case, again for a new screen she will pay.