My story is one of a journy. A journy from a self destruction path of complete madness. They say you have to hit rock bottom to begin to rebuild your life. And for me that was true. Denial is a sad thing when you are bipolar and out of control. My memory is shaded perhaps to spare me the shame. I do however remember the total dispare I suffered before I finnally got the help I needed to take back my life. It's been almost three years since I have been in a mixed state. My PDoc is so pleased with my progress. Each and everyday when I wake up and am thinking clearly I thank god. I didn't want to take all the medication. But now I know I must. Along with the medication I have made changes in my life to help insure I stay healthy. A huge factor is staying away from stress. I am blessed with a strong marrage and a man that has stayed by my side throughout the worst of times. I make sure I keep all my visits with mental health. I am learning how that there is life with Bipolar. I have my limits and perhaps it will never be a ( normal ) life. But it is my life and I have learned to live every day one day at a time. This doesn't mean I don't suffer any syptoms. Of course I do. But they are not near as strong as they used to be. Not even close. If I find I am not sleeping through the night. I nap. I find keeping my mind rested is key. I hope by sharing my story that it will bring hope to some of you. I know the day will come that I will crash again. But when it does I will pick myself up.
Thank you for your words of hope i really appreciated them i am doing most of the things that you are doing and so far am doing quite well but i did learn one thing from you and that is to nap oh yeah, why didn't i think of that gelabriar
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