My bipolar recovery story is something that I am so proud of. It hasn’t been easy, but with the support of a loving team of family and friends, I’ve been able to get to a much better place and manage my mental health.
Five years ago, I was first diagnosed with bipolar disorder. At the time, it felt like my world had suddenly stopped. Though I knew deep inside that something wasn’t right in my head, hearing that diagnosis felt like an affirmation of my fear: that I couldn’t control my own emotions or myself. Fortunately though, with this came understanding: now armed with a name for what was going on in my head - what felt like chaos could be made sense of and there were steps I could take to manage it.
My recovery journey hasn’t been linear; there have been some bumps along the way but I wouldn’t take them back if given the chance. With each boulder, there has been valuable learning: life-long coping mechanisms to help me revive when feeling low and unparalleled knowledge about who I am and how to recognize signs that things might not be as healthy mentally as they should be.
Today, though most days still involve some work in managing my emotions and mental health - be it practicing mindfulness or turning to routine activities whenever feeling overwhelmed - much progress has been made because one simple fact remains true: you are never truly alone if you don’t want to be – even through your lowest moments - if you allow those around you to help carry your burden as well as theirs.