A small introduction

I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder a few years ago. I wish I wasn't alone. Every one I knew either didn't believe the diagnosis or they refused to learn enough about me and what it was. No one could relate to me.

I had wished I found something on the Internet to help me at that time to sort out all that confusion I had, especially what other people put in my head during such a fragile time in my life but relief didn't come easy when no one had any understanding of what I was, or had gone through. No one knew how to help me. It wasn't there fault.

There has been things that has helped me balance the belief's of the Physiatric society's and the spiritual community's beliefs so that I now can restructure my own origional beliefs. I can still beleive things that the general Doctorsmade me feel was a mental issue, while still knowing what is real and what is not. The quest to find balance comes with time. To get Doctor's help, doesn't mean that your spiritual feeling you've had are false. From my experience and from what I have heard from others, this is a major concern. There is a balance to be found.

I have to deal with people's ignorance all the time when I tell them about my mental disability. Some react in fear and others empathy. The fear often comes from the unknown. Bipolar disorder is displayed in movies and on TV shows as crazy people that are not under control. I know that others thought's are rarely expresed to me. I feel the struggle in some in how different they think I am. I feel as if all my faults are blown up out of praportion so it's blamed on my disorder and they walk on egg shells around me. I'm under a magnafiying glass when some one knows. Very few work at fitting themseves in my shoe's. When that hsappens it's such a comfort, but as any sikness, you'll never know unless you've been there.

How do you treat some one with an illness that you don't have? A cancer patient who has lost their hair, or a paraplegic? For me, and us, it's living with this in this society.