Coming Out with Bipolar2: Embracing Truth and Transformation
Navigating Life's Seasons with Bipolar2 and Faith
In my early thirties, I've discovered the art of cherishing life's moments and curating the company I keep. It's been an intriguing journey of learning to "pick the weeds and keep the flowers," as I often tell myself. Being Bipolar2 has taught me that life is a constant ebb and flow, and friendships, much like seasons, change.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NIV) - "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens."
This wisdom resonates deeply with my experience.
My journey with Bipolar2 began in 2019, just before the global pandemic shook the world. At that time, I was surrounded by family – my older brother, elderly parents, my sister, and Father Martin. Fast forward to 2023, and many of those individuals are no longer a part of my life. Except for my older brother, who has remained a steadfast presence.
Despite being an adult in my early thirties, my brother continues to stand by me. He's become a pillar of support, always there during my severe lows, ready to assist and simply be present. He's the first person I call in times of need, and he's never let me down.
Honoring my parents, as part of my faith's fifth commandment, is a responsibility I hold dear. Despite growing up in a dysfunctional home, with parents battling their own demons – my mother coping with mental illness, and my father struggling with alcoholism – I must honor them.
Exodus 20:12 (NIV) - "Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you."
I've often been candid about my Bipolar2, both online and offline, because I believe in the power of honesty. Knowledge is power, and I refuse to be misunderstood. I aim to educate others about my condition, with the hope that it will foster understanding and empathy for those in similar situations.
I acknowledge my privilege in receiving quality medical treatment at a local mental health center. This privilege is something not everyone has, and it underscores the importance of accessible mental healthcare. Many suffer in silence, trapped in chaos and despair, and I am determined to be a voice for them.
I vividly remember the day I spoke my diagnosis aloud for the first time in a safe space. It filled me with strength, but it wasn't easy. It's the reason I'm writing these articles – to share my truth, unfiltered. I'm nervous about baring my soul, knowing that people will read about the real me. I can only hope for kindness and understanding.
In a world where everything is filtered, we often present only our best selves. But life isn't filtered; it's messy, and everyone has struggles. I knew something was wrong, sought help, and received it. My hope is that someone reading this article will find the courage to seek help, too.
Writing is my refuge, my anchor in the storm of Bipolar2. It keeps me centered, tethered to reality, and provides solace. While I'm no professional, I believe in the healing power of connecting with others who've walked a similar path.
I'm unafraid of difficult conversations, especially when it comes to mental health. I strive for everything I do to be a beacon of light in this world.
John 1:4 (NIV) - "In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind."
Knowing and accepting this is liberating. This is me, and this is how I view life. Knowledge is indeed power. In embracing my truth and sharing my journey with Bipolar2 and faith, I've found strength and purpose in vulnerability. My hope is that these words, this unfiltered story of who I am, will touch hearts and minds, fostering greater understanding and compassion.
Life's seasons may change, but the enduring message here is one of resilience, hope, and the transformative power of faith. Together, let's break the stigma surrounding mental health, dispel misconceptions, and offer a hand of support to those in need. As we journey forward, remember that knowledge is power, and love is the most potent force of all.