Recovery.

It’s not easy realizing for me to admit I need help. I actually would much rather get lost in a grocery store or somewhere out in the wilderness (okay, maybe not so much that) than have to ask for guidance. This is what has led me to a couple weeks of hospitalization after not taking my medications for over a year.

I’ve been in (some sort of) denial. I put parenthesis there because who am I kidding, I was in complete denial. I didn’t want to believe my bipolar disorder was a real part of me that had sway over what kind of person I was.

This is my recovery though. This is me being a better version of myself, while working out the things that have made it hard for me to take medications. The part of me that wanted to do everything myself, and not depend on my doctors or my family. Or even my significant other.

I am taking medication again, but I have many stories and experiences, enough for a lifetime, that I want to begin to share. I am a unique case, but at the same time, I’m not unique at all. There are many of us out there, silently (or not so silently) struggling with disorders of the brain.

I’d like to add my voice to the mix.

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