I am 18 and I struggle with Bipolar Disorder
At the age of 16 I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. Little did I know my “treatment” was hurting me more than it was helping me. So I took to alternative methods of making myself feel better. I chose the path of self harm. My self harming got me to the point where I was hospitalized on July 25, 2017. In the hospital I didn’t know that that day, would be the first day of the rest of my life. On my second day in the hospital I was diagnosed as bipolar and was told that my medication I had been taking was only increasing my symptoms. I was then moved onto Lithium and Abilify and a week later I was out of the hospital. I was ready to take on life, just a week after I thought my life was over. Every day I would still live in shame of the scars I had, only I knew they were my story. Then my mother surprised me. She found a way to take those scars away but still be able to show my story. She paid for my tattoo. A simple semi colon in a cross. This tattoo means more to me than any gift I’ve received in my entire life. For on that day I knew, my tattoo was the gift of life. There’s still days where getting out of bed in the morning is a hassle and where I can’t function. But I know deep down that I got this. I’m still here. And I am here for a reason.
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