One of our fundamental needs is to be loved. We want to be seen, heard and accepted for who we are. We wish to belong and know that there is someone there to walk beside us through our journey and that we are not alone.
Telling somebody about your mental illness for the first time can be nerve-wracking, whether it’s bipolar disorder or another diagnosis. It’s hard to know how people will react, and there’s often the worry about stigma.
When you live with bipolar disorder, change can be really stressful and anxiety-inducing. Big life changes, in particular, can be triggers for mood changes, so it’s important to be mindful of how you cope.
You always kinda’ expect it. But until your family publicly erases your existence from the family tree, well, you can’t quite anticipate how that will feel and all the subtle meanings and implications.
When our sense of accomplishment and worth comes from what we are able to achieve and overcome during the day, it only makes sense to feel ourselves drowning in self-doubt and stagnation during this pandemic.
When we have spent more time than not, judging and being critical of our own abilities, it is difficult to shed the cloak of uncertainty and inferiority. I have had these moments in just about all aspects of my life from motherhood,
My last post focused on how valid and acceptable it is to put yourself first and to cancel plans if you need to. Self-care is vital. This time I want to focus on cancelled plans from the perspective of a loved one.
When you live with bipolar disorder, life can be hard (to say the least). When you combine that with chronic illness, it becomes even more vital to learn to put yourself first and prioritize self-care.