The right person

Every person living with Bipolar knows how it feels to get that instant urge to talk to someone -someone who cares, listens and is polite and nice in return. But the thing is, in today’s fast-paced life, no one has the time. Even the closest friend would ask for a breather every once in a while and you may not be comfortable sharing with everyone that you have Bipolar Disorder. Even if someone does lend you an ear out of pity or out of politeness, there will come a time when you drive them away with all your ‘crazy’ talk -I have no other way to define it. When I recall some of my conversations when I’m super-charged in a fit of mania or extremely depressed in my state of withdrawal, I can’t even recognize myself. Haven’t you noticed how no one in your family takes you seriously or how none of your friends talk to you anymore? Do you really want to continue risking your relationship with the outer world by presenting the REAL you? Off course, I’m not suggesting that you corner yourself and hide away. Go about your day as you normally would, only this time, be critical of your interaction with other people. So the question arises, who should you go to -who is the right person you should confide in, who has enough substance in them to hear you out?

I came across a really nice article. You can read it here. It discusses the benefits and points to consider when you are seeing a psychiatrist. I hated going to my guy in the beginning, but I realized that I have to get used to it. Its the only way I can become the person I wanna be for the people that I care about. His meds make me better and more bearable. So, its time to say goodbye to feeling dejected and weird, because that’s just the chemicals talking. Stop sending inappropriate emails at like 4 in the morning to someone who doesn’t even give a shit about you or your feelings. It’s a happy normal world out there. Know this, that normal people don’t feel what you feel… they don’t understand your sense of desperation or urgency and so they don’t respond the way you expect them to. A comment is simply a comment for them, meant for people to brush off and move on, its only you who keeps hanging on to everybody’s every single word. No, your childhood wasn’t the easiest -but it wasn’t nearly as bad as you have convinced yourself. Its the chemicals screwing with your brain. You can either give up, give in, pass out and let them take over or you can stand firm and say ‘NO’ and decide to take control of your own life.

So help yourself and visit a trusted psychiatrist. I know I keep stressing this but I really mean it: ‘IT’LL BE THE BEST THING YOU DO!’