Life As A Bipolar Person

🖤Intermezzo🖤

It's an unusual July, from a strange 2021, it wouldn't be me if I didn't catch a pandemic.

Unfortunately, I stopped writing in July and only returned in December. I hate this lack of consistency in my writing, but well... no one else does it, and it's only doing a favor to humanity.

HOSPITALIZATION AT OBREGIA.

(Obregia is a psychiatric hospital located in Bucharest, Romania. It is one of the largest and most well-known psychiatric institutions in the country. Obregia Hospital provides medical and psychiatric care for patients with various mental health conditions, including bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, depression, and others. It offers both inpatient and outpatient services, aiming to diagnose, treat, and rehabilitate individuals with mental illnesses.)

3 weeks.
Out of the blue and against my will.
I will detail this aspect as well.

NOW I'M FORCED TO CHOOSE BETWEEN RETIRING BASED ON MY BIPOLARITY OR NOT.

If there's one thing I can promise you, it's that you won't get bored reading...

MAY 26, 2023, finally writing this book, along with two others: in the end, there were two hospitalizations at Obregia: one in November 2021, which I didn't agree with, and the second one, if I'm not mistaken, somewhere in February 2022, I didn't agree with that one initially either, but I thought I'd give the doctors a chance and listen to them.

How did I end up at Obregia without wanting to?

It's quite a long story: let's just say a manic episode was triggered, in which I wanted to test what it means to not bow down in Romania and conduct a survey: how many of those with luxury cars would give them up for an electric car.

I want to point out that the manic episode was triggered by exhaustion and lack of sleep.

For bipolar individuals, the most dangerous thing is not sleeping, as you're one step away from a manic episode.

In short, I already had my mentally exhausting call center job, and brave me started delivering food in parallel. I wasn't driving, just delivering.

This meant two consecutive months of at least 14 hours of work, with 10 hours of delivery when I was off from the call center.

There would be many things to tell, but the idea is that I was talking to people with fancy cars and asking them if they would be willing to trade them for an electric one and have them displayed in a vintage car gallery, like Tiriac's style.

People obviously thought I was crazy, one even slapped me. We were at a gas station, there were cameras that captured everything.

I could have hurt him, but I gave up because so many things had happened, and there would be too many people to sue.

One really bad episode was when I was at a mall, despite being vaccinated with 3 doses, my phone was dead.

I tried to explain to the stupid security guard that my phone had no battery, but he didn't listen. I told him to call the police since I wasn't going anywhere. It's not my fault that they can't verify whether I'm vaccinated or not.

He called two more colleagues, they started pushing me towards the exit, and when they saw that I was outside the view of the surveillance cameras, they started beating me with punches and kicks until they threw me out of the mall.

I tried to talk to people to let me call the police, but no one, and I emphasize no one, did that, to understand the empathy in our beloved capital city, Bucharest. In fact, there are daily episodes like the guy whose car caught fire in the Unirii Passage or the daily fights in traffic.

After these episodes, the longest, strangest, and unexplainable day of my life is approaching. Also the most costly, in such a short time.

I will dedicate a separate chapter to it. It will be called "72 HOURS IN THE MIND OF A BIPOLAR."