I didn’t believe it at first so I threw away my medication that I received whenever I had to take them in the morning.
I discarded quite a bit of pills before finally accepting my diagnosis.
So here’s the story.
I’d been depressed all year in my fourth year of studies at university although I’d not been seeing a psychiatrist but all the symptoms fit.
Then suddenly I was well enough to do loads of stuff and was super hyped up to be out of the pits of darkness.
I did so much, completed my thesis, volunteered, gave bible studies and so much more that my cell group leader at church noticed that something was wrong.
She sat my down one day and gently suggested that I fill up this questionnaire.
I did it as honestly as I could and all the signs pointed to me having bipolar.
So I dutifully trotted over to the psychiatrist my mom sees and told him the backstory.
And so I was diagnosed.
The first cocktail of pills made me really sleepy all the time and I hated them. I also refused to believe I had bipolar.
“I was just having mood swings,” I thought.
“Doesn’t everyone get them?” I fumed.
It wasn’t until I was browsing around a bookstore that the breakthrough finally happened.
I caught a glance at this book which has made all the difference:
Every single symptom described fit me to a T.
That’s when I finally accepted the fact that I had bipolar and dealt with it by taking medication.
So that’s my story.
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