“I’m afraid,” I uttered to the nurses at the psych ward. When they pressed me as to why, I didn’t know how to say “Of everything.” I didn’t want to be deemed bipolar.
I did not want a mental illness. To me, it was a tragedy. In my mind, I lost it all. Stigma and shame almost stopped me from saving my mental health and my life.
I officially had a mental breakdown December 2015 when I was 25. And a relapse in October 2017. I knew I was bipolar, but the symptoms were also atypical.
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