Tag: life
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Chapter 8: Mania and Me
Mania doesn’t knock.It breaks in like a lover returning home—familiar, thrilling, dangerous. At first, it feels like freedom.Like finally waking up after a long, bitter sleep.Everything glows. Ideas sparkle. Words come fast and brilliant and unstoppable. The world opens, and I belong to it—fully, loudly, electrically. I remember the first signs like a private ritual:…
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Chapter 6: The Medicated Soul
The first pill felt like defeat. It sat in my hand, harmless in appearance—small, round, sterile. But it carried the weight of every fear I had about what it meant to be “mentally ill.” Swallowing it felt like admitting something permanent. Like giving in. Like confirming that maybe I couldn’t fix this on my own.…
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Chapter 5: Navigating the Stigma
The diagnosis didn’t come with a map.It came with silence. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. I barely knew how to tell myself. “Bipolar disorder” felt like a mark—less a diagnosis than a scarlet letter. It wasn’t just something I had. It became something I feared others would use to define me. At first,…
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Chapter 3: Everything and Nothing
There were days when I felt everything—loud, bright, electric—and others when I felt absolutely nothing, like I’d vanished into thin air while my body moved on without me. No one prepares you for that kind of duality. No one teaches you how to live in a body that swings between extremes like a pendulum on…
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Chapter 1:The Storm Without a Name
Before anyone called it bipolar disorder, before any diagnosis or medication or therapy, it was just… me. Me being “moody,” “too sensitive,” and “dramatic.” Me feeling everything too hard or not at all. Some days I woke up like a sun exploding—full of ideas, ambition, fire. Other days I was stone. Still breathing, still blinking,…
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My Journey Through Mental Illness: A Bit of the Background
Looking back, if someone had told me during my teenage years that I would be diagnosed with “Bipolar Disorder” later in life, I would have dismissed it as absurd. In those years, I was under the impression that everyone around me was irrational, while I had convinced myself that I had all the answers. That…
