I too have struggled to accept myself as a person, having bipolar. I was diagnosed with type II ( less severe?) when I was 23, 2 years ago. It took me until 24 to accept meds, I was TERRIFIED of everything from weight gain, to never being euphoric again, to being tired and zombie-like all the time, to withdrawal. I have had problems my whole life though, with horrible anxiety as a little kid, anorexia as a teenager, and horrible depressions/anxieties/rage episodes. I just never put two and two together, until I had a second episode (I'd had one at 15, and not identified it or been treated) of RAPID cycling anxiety/rage/euphoria/depression, that merged together into a feeling I still don't know how to describe, and cycled day in and day out, interspersed with feelings of semi-normalness where I would think, wow, what hit me, it's gone, then 15 minutes later it would be back. I could not talk to people one on one without having to leave the room several times in a state of panic, had crying outbursts at work all the time, and so on. So, when faced with possible losing my job, upsetting my husband, who already had panic disorder, getting in an accident with my INTENSE and obscene road rage or the possibility of getting arrested for picking a fight with somebody who cut in front of me in line, I FINALLY had to almost BEG for mercy in the end. By then. I WANTED the meds desparately, and I also WANTED to be told again that I had Bipolar, and felt ready to accept it. As I started getting better, am on mood stabilizers, Lamictal and Klonopin, I began to struggle with my diagnosis. Always when you're feeling better, right? For me, Klonopin was probably what made the most profound, night and day difference. I STILL don't accept myself for who I am, but I'm getting there. I HOPE to get there. I am very
open with people about
it, to an extent, b/c I take the same view as someone else I just saw on here, that part of the stigma is the secrecy, and also I'm the type of person who thinks it's ridiculous that we live in a world that accepts people for who they are who have physical handicaps, diseases like heart disease, but NOT people who have diseases of the brain. That to me, is unacceptable, and I think the world would be a better, and much more compassionate, unified place if people tried to understand what makes people different. I can't always disclose every time I get the urge, b/c I work in the health care field. But I think it's sad. I often blame my ill feelings toward myself and my diagnosis on the world of people who don't want to understand and who make fun of people like us. But I am TRYING to realize that I am a caring, loving, intelligent, compassionate, fun loving person who should NOT be upstaged by a disease. I also struggle with remembering that it is a disease. Sometimes I don't know who I am, whether I actually had control over my actions two minutes ago, or whether my emotional reaction is legitimate or a result of the disorder. I think the fact that I am in my twenties, when the disease manifests itself for lots of people, makes it even harder to accept, b/c most people are just getting out there and expected to enjoy life and have this whole bright future ahead. I think I tend to see it as a character flaw, and think that I am weak for not having control over it. So I know where you are coming from with how you are feeling. But you sound like a wonderful person, and I'm not just saying that. Most of the people I have met with this, and many other disorders, are some of the most caring people I know, and some of them are my best friends, one of them is my husband! :) So, take my word for it that there will be people who actually gravitate to you because of it, and the understanding and perspective that it can sometimes bring. People who don't want to know you because of it, or judge you harshly for having it, are either uneducated, or not worth knowing. I am sorry you are struggling financially, I am in grad school, and btw me and my husband's mental problems, the cash flow to the dr's office is beyond ridiculous. Good luck in your travels, I want for you to do both, I hope there is a way for you! Keep posting and don't feel guilty about
not having energy to respond. Just know that you are understood, and you are worth getting to know regardless of what title you have! :)