I’ve noticed that after I wrote my last post about why I’m grateful about being on the psych ward some opinions were unflattering. I understand that for some people it may have looked like those three weeks of hospitalization were three weeks of holiday. Not for me unfortunately.
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In the beginning I thought that it would kill me, my personality, and my future. But after a few weeks I’m hugely grateful for this experience.
This week my old friend really wanted to meet up with me. I just had a very deep depression episode and now I’m trying to go back to society. I’m looking for a new job, doing things which I used to love and doing as much as possible to feel good. And stay out of trouble of course. She knew about my problems but we haven’t been in touch lately. In her text messages I’ve felt some anger which I don’t like and try to avoid. I try not to argue with anyone and focus on the positive right now. I finally texted her about what happened through the last months and my depression of course.
My name is Marcelina, I’m 23 years old and live in Poland. I was diagnosed two years ago with bipolar I mainly but also ultra rapid cycling during the day. Just since my diagnosis I’ve already had few really huge manic and depression episodes so I need to be really careful. There is no force which could take me off my medications right now. And take my family, dog and journal away from me. Now I’m more than sure that despite all past episodes I will finally reach my full potential.