I’ve said it in many other posts and even in my book, but the day I received my diagnosis and was told I had Bipolar Disorder, I truly felt alone. The days that followed, the feeling remained. The more I searched online and the more I dug, the worse I felt. I longed for someone to tell me that things were going to be okay. That life wasn’t over.
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The day I received my diagnosis for Bipolar Disorder, I felt so alone. I remember it vividly, because it was so incredibly painful. I didn’t know anyone with Bipolar Disorder I could talk to about it. The people I knew that had anxiety and depression were so trapped in their own issues, I didn’t want to burden them with mine.
Danielle Workman is based out of Salt Lake City, Utah. She has been writing for almost twenty years now, with forays into poetry, fiction, fan-fiction, journalism and blogging. She has finally found a niche in creative non-fiction and that is where she found the love and inspiration for her first book, Beautiful Bipolar.