A Year in a Life: My Journey with Bipolar

A Year in a Life: My Journey with Bipolar

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My names Nicole Ledgerwood I was 19 years old when I was first diagnosed, but was suffering for several year prior. This is my daily journal about my feelings and a way to hope to fully figure out what my triggers are and hope to help several people in the world who have this disorder as well. Bipolar disorder is a very common disorder with nearly 3 million cases in the US. It can't be cured, but they're medications that can help stabilize your mood. The way I see it is when your bipolar is when you're overly happy,energetic, talkative, and you feel like you're on top of the world that's your high point. Then there's your low point... Feeling hopeless, worthless, depressed, irritability, and fatigue. There's no in between you're stuck in a constant battle with yourself trying to stay level. This is my journey trying to find that balance.
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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

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