No one teaches you the subtleties, the nuances of your mental illness. No one teaches you how to be vigilant in looking for those patterns of behaviour that might just be the next approaching storm. Both require patience and a deep understanding of oneself. In September 2014 I had neither. In September 2014 I was only awakening to the realization that I was terribly ill. But I didn't know the nature of that illness, didn't know how or where to get help, and I certainly didn't know myself. Somewhere over the years I'd lost myself to darkness, something I came to call The Black. While It had a name, and a weight, and a looming presence that sought to block out all light and connection, I didn't know what It was. In order to heal, to rediscover that lost self, I had to find this out. If I didn't do that I knew I'd be in deep trouble and that I'd likely repeat my drastic action. The first were, as they often are, propelled by the simplest happenstance. I ove...
A blog about living with Bipolar II Disorder.