Many of you have heard Rob’s and my good news: we’re expecting! I’m 14 weeks along, so just beginning my second trimester. After a miscarriage, pregnancy can feel like a tentative and uncertain thing, but as the weeks have gone by, we’ve become more confident and I’ve allowed myself to get excited.
But I feel like there are two people living inside my head right now. One person is more happy than she’s ever been before: I can’t wait to have a baby and February can’t come soon enough. That person, though, is wracked with self-disappointment and anxiety. Pregnancy and mental illness can be a bad combination. Continue reading “Anxiety: Giving Myself Grace”
This month marks five years living with Bipolar Disorder. On one hand, I can’t believe it’s been that long. I can still remember sitting in that physiatrist’s office, smelling that cinnamon candle, and hearing the diagnosis for the first time. On the other hand, I feel like I’ve had Bipolar disorder for a lot longer than that. I’ve been taking time to reflect on these past five years. Life is a lot more complicated than it once was. I’m a different person now. Life has forever been altered. All of that is true. But what else have I learned about myself?
Continue reading “5 Things I’ve Learned about Myself After 5 Years with Bipolar Disorder”
When I was first diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, I was shocked. It was good to have an answer to why I was feeling the way I was, but I didn’t know how to process the news. I remember sitting in the psychiatrist’s office, stunned into silence, as she began to explain the first steps in my treatment. A part of me was relieved—an answer, finally!—but the rest of me was completely numb to what she was saying. Continue reading “How do we talk about mental illness?”
She told me I was bipolar because of my blood sugar.
We were sitting in a large cafeteria and the noise of little kids buzzed around us. The place was full of YMCA campers and conference-goers, like me.
Continue reading “What Not to Say to Someone Struggling with a Mental Illness”
“I have Bipolar disorder:”
I can’t say that I know exactly what coming out feels like. I would never presume to think I know all the feelings that go along with something like that, though I do think it incredibly brave.
But I bet it feels vulnerable, which is what I think I can relate to.
Continue reading “Bipolar Stigma”