But the thing I want to get at is bipolar disorder is a chronic condition. It will not end. Ever. Maybe you don’t want to hear that. Maybe you want to believe that there is some secret cure and if you could only find it you would be well. I’m sorry, honey, but there isn’t.
What I can tell you is that there is hope. You can take a combination of meds to even out your moods. You can see a great therapist. You can learn methods to make it easier. You can create a solid support system. You can be stable, but you will never rid yourself of this illness. Blessing or curse, it is yours.
And as bad as all this may sound, I view it as a blessing. I now know love and acceptance like I hadn’t before I got sick – or at least admitted something was happening to me that was beyond my control. I have become an advocate. I have shared my story. I have written a memoir. I write for you, here. None of this would have happened if I was “normal.” Call me weird. Call me crazy. But I am happy being beautifully bipolar.
Image courtesy of dan at FreeDigitalPhotos.net