I am 22 and I survived Bipolar Disorder
8 years ago my father went through another bout of depression in his cycles of mania and depression. He spent way too much money and put my family in debt. He hated his job and his life that he was living. I then started to fall into the Seasonal Depression (SAD) in the fall semesters of being in college. I hated it- starting over. I was an ESFJ meaning i have a helping personality. I am extraverted. I have sensing. I have feeling. I have judging. I played soccer the first two years of college to please my father. I was an athlete. I was a Moran. That's what Moran's did. I was an MVP in high school for soccer and basketball. I stayed late after practices, got yelled at after games, and worked my ass off in the gym and on the field. I decided to do something for myself and quit soccer but before that I almost killed myself November 15, 2015- I did not take my medication and I drank until I could not drink anymore. My friend told me that I had an out of body experience. I don't remember much from the night. I just remembered I hoped I would have died. I survived. Another time was 2 years before as a senior in high school. I had an awful basketball game and I wanted to die. I did not want my dad to yell any more at me. I wanted to be free. I drove on the wrong side of the road for a while until I looked in the rear view mirror and saw my best friend behind me. She is the reason why I survived high school. we are no longer friends. Then, in college my junior year. I was diagnosed bipolar. I immediately turned to drugs and alcohol. I am bisexual and liked my best friend. I did not know how to tell her- i tried so many times. I was put on a drug that I was allergic to.I took too many oxycodine. I ended up in Roxbury Treatment Center where I was harassed by a woman with schizophrenia. I survived. I almost was not let back into school fall 2016, but my father helped and here I am. Writing a book, going to grad school, changing the world one smile at a time. I am OK telling my story because I finally made it. It's OK to be different.
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