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NOTE: Not looking for sympathy.

There are many bloggers sharing their journey through this life as someone dealing with Bipolar disorder. Because I find it encouraging that other people have the continuing courage to share their experience, I’ve decided to add my voice tonight.

I’ve been a diagnosed bipolar 2 plus Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD) since 2000. However, I’m sure I’ve been bipolar since I was twelve or thirteen. It was a surprise to me in 2000 that other people didn’t think the way I thought about things. Weird.

I’ve been very fortunate on a number of fronts. My family is very supportive. Some are sure i’ll be cured one day. I’m already cured! Well, the cure comes and goes. teehee (a little bp humor there). I’ve had great medical support. Now, the first five years, crying brought tears to my eyes. Literally. Lithium, it’s salty. It builds up. I remember very little from those first five years. One word. Side effects. Ok, two words. I was just messing with you.

But, my employer was AWESOME! They hung in there with me through my first and second medical leaves. They benefit, too. I am pretty creative. Well, enough rambling.

Just remember, bipolar’s are people too. We aren’t contagious. And, just because I am bipolar doesn’t mean I have any idea what another bp person is dealing with at the moment. While i understand the general struggle, hut it’s different for everyone. I don’t want in their head, and they don’t want in mine.

Seriously. Being bipolar is a huge challenge. Stop by a bipolar person’s blog and give them an Internet hug. ❤

No, not true,

I live with my bipolar self. I feel blessed to have found a way to write fearlessly and freely. However, I will admit the temptation of abusing my condition for the sake of creativity still exists. I’ve found that temptation is a terrible lie.

Thirteen years ago I lost my hold on reality, and was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and GAD. It was a creativity dry and emotion free 5 years after I started my BP medications. I endured the numbness and side effects because i feared the place I’d fallen into more than comfort and loss of creativity.

When I was a younger writer I “taught” myself how to spiral down into dark depression, or use substances. When I was an adult, I threw all that work into the garbage. Good riddance.

I’ve recently been blessed with freedom in writing. I love the sound, taste, and rhythm of words. Sometimes I fear I sound pretentious. I don’t mean to. I am just trying to write fearlessly (thank you Pat Pattison/Caroline Harvey).

The article below covers the topic better than I have.

“When we say that people need alcohol, drugs, or mental illness to produce great art, we are saying that the art is more important than the person.”

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