This week is National Mental Illness Awareness Week and the goal this year is de-stigmatize these illnesses that are still so misunderstood by spreading our stories. Heres part of mine. I first knew my brain wasnt quite right in high school. I would go weeks with very little food and very little sleep. But I was very productive, if a little (and by a little, I mean a whole lot) out of control. I would just go and go, doing more and more things. Then I would crash. I would sleep a ton and be so depressed, all I wanted to do was die. By 19, my mind couldnt take it anymore and I finally reached out to my brand new therapist (who I decided to see because I knew something was terribly wrong) and told her I wanted to die. My mom picked my up from that appointment and drove me to Charter Hospital. I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder soon after. I spent a week, I think, in the hospital. They gave me medication that made me sick, and tried to help me understand my illness. I couldnt. I was so scared, I couldnt hear them. I was released with no clear idea who I was anymore. I had to leave school, and I love school. And these people were telling me I had a mental illness. I was terrified. #SayitForward
Posted on: Wed, 08 Oct 2014 05:44:32 +0000
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