The last couple of weeks have been some of the hardest weeks of my life. The last time I felt this way I was hospitalized for 7 days. October 24-31 2013. I felt like I was having a 3 day long heart attack. I couldn't breathe. The world was coming down on me. This is when I found out I was bipolar 2. I remember the day I went in. I was so scared and nervous. Not knowing what is to come. Wondering if "today" was the day I went home. I remember sleeping in a strange bed, waking up with a stranger in the next bed. No, I did not have a private room. I slept with a roommate who thought I stole her coloring pencil (yes 1 pencil) and glared at me for most of my time there. I eat what I assume was food 3 times a day. Had black coffee in the morning. Mind you, they woke me up at 6 am to take morning meds. I took EVERY class they told me to. Even AA, and I'm not an alcoholic nor do I do hard street drugs. But I did them without compliant. I saw the doctor everyday, cried everyda...
I'm bipolar and want to tell my story. I want to help those who need advice and support. I love to answer questions about mental illness. I hope you like what I have to say.