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By: Christine Saenz

Ever since my diagnosis of Bipolar II back in 2010 I’ve worked really hard to get family and friends to understand that people with mental illness should be shown the same kindness and compassion as someone with a physical illness.When I was admitted to the psychiatric hospital for one of the worst manic episodes I had ever experienced I remember...
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By: John Poehler

I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder type 1 back in 1999. I use this as the official date to the start of my journey. Before then, I was just treading water to try and keep afloat. My symptoms actually began in the early 1990’s.My diagnosis took a large weight off my shoulders. You see, I was incredibly happy to find a name detailing my...
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By: Natalia Beiser

When I experienced my first manic episode at eighteen, my family was oblivious to my struggle. My mother stated that I had done something to bring the illness onto myself. She expressed that she believed that the trigger was that I had previously drank alcohol as a minor. She even sought out a minister to see if I had become...
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By: Laura Sanscartier

I first knew there was something different about me when I was about 7. I kept my mouth shut, as I was the oldest of 4 kids, and mom and dad had many things to take care of. I could feel my body shift into moments of extreme anger, sadness, or happiness. Whenever these moments "leaked out", my family would attribute it to my "dramatic and...
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By: Tosha Maaks

I get to speak with a lot of different types of people every day. It often comes up that I am a mental health advocate; most of the time I get very positive responses. I will hear things like “thank you for the work you do” or “we need more people like you.”However, occasionally there will someone who says something that without knowing they are...
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April 27, 2018

By: Christine Marie Frey

One of the most important things to remember in life is that everybody needs help sometimes. When I was first diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I refused any help that came my way. I didn’t want help from my parents, my teachers, or even my friends. I wanted help from a teenager who could understand what I was going through. I needed somebody who...
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By Lori Lane Murphy

There are times when I bore myself silly.Living with my mental illness is like living with that one person who corners you at every party. You know the one? The one who won’t stop talking. Not only will they not stop talking, they usually have food in stuck in their teeth and you can’t look away.It is tiring.Now, don’t get me wrong. I will always...
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By: Natalia Beiser

After a serious depression, I was declared to be legally disabled and experienced extreme social phobia.  I was rarely able to go in public, except in the middle of the night.  I was afraid that I would be seen by people that I had known in my career and I was immobilized by fear in the thought of seeing them.  The chances of...
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By: Sasha Kildare 

Sometimes desperation inspires action. A while back, the desperation of homelessness ended my eight-year cycle of hospitalizations for bipolar disorder that had begun in my teens.Sixteen years ago, I was struggling with secondary infertility. Through my own research I discovered that my food choices, gaining and losing 30 pounds a year, and being...
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By: Kam

**Spoiler/Trigger Alert**

I’ve had Netflix and Prime for a long time but as I spend most of my free time either studying or engaged in some kind of outdoor activity, I was late to the party with ‘The Walking Dead’. My friends were positively shocked when I told them I’d never seen the show (this was March 2018) so I decided to binge watch the zombie action to catch up, I’m...
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By: Daniel Pourasghar 

 How I stumbled into support, and hope to pass it on“Bipolar? And I’ll have this for the rest of my life?.” At twenty-three years old, ready to take on the world, I was in shock and disbelief. “Why me? Why now?” I asked the doctor. That was 10 years ago, shortly after my college graduation in Germany.Over the years, through plenty of highs...
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By: Danielle Workman 

Being your own advocate is neverending.In January, I had to be admitted to the emergency room due to an unusual complication to a common ailment. While it wasn’t related to my mental illness at all, the emergency room staff was convinced that it was completely and totally related to it, and in turn exacerbated the situation.Bipolar Disorder comes...
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