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.
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.