My Story- Struggles with Mental Illness

At the age of 14, I began a new high school and church. Many of the students I had grown up with began different schools. I lost contact with former friends from school and church. I lacked social connections, struggled to concentrate in classes, and felt overwhelmed with an increased homework load. The stress triggered a mental breakdown. I fell into a deep depression followed by a manic episode.

My parents were worried. They began taking me to doctors, counselors, and psychiatrists.

I was only getting worse. Out of desperation, they admitted me to a mental health hospital. I

stayed there about 2 weeks and was put on medication.

Although, I had improved, I was still dealing with a lot of ups and downs.

My parents continued taking me to a psychiatrist. For the next four years, life was a struggle full of ups and downs.

Shortly, before my 18th birthday I arrived at the psychiatrist’s office totally manic. He diagnosed me with bipolar disorder that day.

The good thing about having a diagnosis was that I could now get the proper treatment. My doctor prescribed Lithium immediately.

During the first couple of weeks on Lithium I dealt with nausea. My body soon adapted, and nausea became much less frequent.

My mood rapidly improved. Before long, I was feeling a lot better.

I began remembering fuzzy details of some of the things I did while manic. PTSD set in. I avoided certain places and felt uncomfortable around specific people.

In time I was able to get past the uncomfortable memories and began enjoying life again.

I wouldn’t wish bi-polar on anyone, but it has taught me a lot. I don’t look down on others and am not judgmental. I’m very compassionate. I’m thankful for the people who have helped me through my journey.

Overall, I stay stable these days but sometimes depression creeps up. I’ve learned what to

do when I get depressed. Sometimes I just need to slow down my schedule to reduce stress.

There have been times when my doctor helped me make medication adjustments to better deal with depression.

Since, receiving proper treatment I was a foster parent and adopted 3 children. It’s been a

blessing raising them. I also work with preschoolers at my church, used to run a family

daycare home, and have worked at several preschools.

I know first-hand that it’s encouraging to talk to other people who understand bi-polar. My hope is that my story dispels misconceptions and brings hope to you.