End The Stigma
To others we have our heads in the clouds and where our emotions on our sleeves. So far from that.
So I start by thanking those who have been by my side the last 8 months. You have no idea how your texts, cards, phone calls, and making me go out have affected me through this time. There. I'm admitting to the world I have Bipolar Depression. I AM NOT bipolar depression and there's a HUGE difference.
So not for me but maybe a loved one of your own family. It has taken me 10 + years for doctors to listen to me, I'm not just full of anxiety (which I unfortunately have) but there was more to what I have been dealing with as far back as 14. I can't pull my head out of the clouds as I've been told or think of the happier days, things will get better or just smile. It is not that easy.
This has been hell! To say the least and if my spouse wasn't the man he was I'm sure he would have left at year 5. It's not easy for the ones closest to you either to watch a loved one go through this. They feel tied. We are exhausted. They feel like they have to walk on eggshells. We wish they would just be open and honest.
This post, my illness, is to bring awareness and END THE STIGMA. I can't will this away anymore than someone with a broken arm, the onset of dementia or cancer can will theirs away. Love those who struggle for who they are. The bad, the good and the ugly. Because that is what family does.
I loved Lilo and Stitch, one of my favorite Disney movies. "Part of Hawaiian culture, ʻOhanaʻ means family (in an extended sense of the term, including blood-related, adoptive or intentional). The concept emphasizes that families are bound together and members must cooperate and remember one another.
So no matter the struggle you have. Know that someone you may know or love is fighting a very real daily struggle and all they ask for is support and to love them.