EMC destroyed me. The stress of that place was the catalyst into my 3rd relapse. Again I wasn’t on medicine. I had a great man in my life. My job destroyed me.
The people there, were terrible. Besides a handful. They were awful. I love my job now. That job was nothing but dirty polititcs. Thankfully I am no longer there.
That episode, hits a little too close to home and not enough time has passed for me to open up about it but soon enough I will.
Since this episode I have taken medicine religiously and not had a relapse. The doctors say I never will as long as I take medicine. So I will listen to the doctors.
My life has been a crazy, wild ride full of chaotic adventures. Way more than I have enough time to describe. They are all happy adventures. They are just delusions of grandeur. I have never gotten mad at anyone or gotten out of control. I’ve just done irrational things. Some of it is actually quite funny and I’ll break it down into posts as I go along but this is the gist of my story.
My life literally broke down and restarted 3 times. I lost everything and had to restart from nothing. 4 times if you count my divorce, but at least I didn’t lose my sanity. I will try to be as open and honest with you about what I went through and not so vague. These past few entries are just and overview so you can know my history a little more.
My breakdowns were 2010, 2013, 2016. And here I am 2020 and I broke the 3 year curse!!!! But this has also been the first time I’ve ever taken medicine. So we will see what happens as we go along.
I am not a victims in this. I am a survivor.
I realize there are so many people out there with struggles way worse than mine. This is just my story with bipolar disorder.
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