You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself.
I know, it is hard when you are diagnosed and you research and you read and you listen to your psychiatrist and you get on meds, to not feel sorry for yourself. I, too, felt sorry for myself in the beginning. How could this “terrible” thing happen to me? What did I do to deserve such a life sentence?
I read statistics on suicide rates of us beautifully bipolar beings. I felt doomed. I felt sorry for myself.
But where does feeling sorry for yourself get you? For me, it lands me smack dab into depression. And how is that helpful? I am not a statistic. I am Beautifully Bipolar.
Here’s the good news – we beautiful bipolar beings feel things with passion, a passion most “normal” people never will. Yes, the dark side is no picnic, but the positive side of things, well, it can feel amazing. We are creative. Check out Kay Redfield Jamison’s “Touched with Fire” for examples of the connection between bipolar disorder and artistic temperaments.
You are not a burden. You are not unlovable. You are not doomed. All of these things I believed of myself back in 2008 when I was diagnosed. Not today. Today I know I am a voice in mental health advocacy. I know that this blog can touch one person and make them feel a little bit better, to settle into their diagnosis, to know that it is not the end.
It is just a new beginning. Quit feeling sorry for yourself! It is an illness, not a death sentence. So get to living. You are amazing in so many ways.
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