Walking down the street one passes all kind of people from all walks of life. Even me, I feel that I dress well and that I am clean and neat. First impressions are important. So to look at me, would one know that I was bipolar schizoaffective? I don’t think so. Since the age of 14 I hid these diagnoses; embarrassed what people may think at times.
Today at the age of 54 I’m no longer in denial of these facts. I take my medication and follow the doctors’ orders. I even go to a day program. It’s quite hopeful and has shown me sides of myself I didn’t even know were there.
Because of the devastation this disease can have. I’m happy to say I’m finally stable on my meds and feel that I do have a place in society.
I’ve worked hard to get to where I am today and it’s almost 4 years since I’ve been hospitalized. One can change; all you need is a good doctor, a will to change and at first, take baby steps. Soon, you’ll be running up and down those steps! -Anonymous
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