To my younger and undiagnosed self:
I know that it hurts. I understand that it hurts so bad. Right now, you feel isolated and confused and you have absolutely no idea what is going on. Your mind is absolute chaos, and your world is slowly turning into ruins. You are walking in the dark, for what seems like forever. But I want to tell you that you will end up finding the light, just hold on.
I know that you no longer feel like yourself. Things have changed and you don’t recognize the person that you have become. You become aggravated at the little things, and a lot of your thoughts don’t make sense anymore. You do things impulsively, and you are so lost. You cannot sleep, and you really don’t know why. You were always a good sleeper, so why are you staying awake for days on end now? Sometimes life is the absolute opposite, and you cannot wake up. Leaving bed is hard, it is so hard. And quite possibly, the worst part of all, nobody knows how sick you are. You are so good at pretending to be OK.
I want to tell you that everything is going to change. Soon, you will find the courage to sit down with your mom and you will tell her that something is in fact very wrong. You will tell your mom that you think you are going crazy, and she will tell you that you are not. You will have enough courage to confront yourself, and you will be strong enough to confess everything. Your life will no longer be a pile of secrets, and you will feel like you can breathe again.
You are going to see many doctors and have many appointments. Many days you will feel like giving up because it will take a long time before someone gives you a definite answer. But I promise that one day, a doctor will sit in front of you and say “Megan, you are Bipolar, you are not crazy. We have a treatment, and you are going to get better. You will be OK.”
You will begin to take medication, and these small pills will give you your life back. You will be free of the racing thoughts and dark ideations. You will no longer want to die, and you will find a purpose again. You will be at peace and you will accept your diagnosis. You will no longer spend your nights in hysterics, crying to God and asking what is wrong.
You will live to be 21 and you will be thriving. You will have the greatest group of people surrounding you and rooting for you. You will have turned your Bipolar diagnosis into a positive outlet for change. You will laugh often, and you will have experienced love; I am talking real love, not just the love that you felt when you were in mania. You will be successful and perfectly capable of caring for yourself. Others will look up to you, and you will truly be making a change. Life will be so beautiful, and you will be so happy. You my dear, you are going to be a survivor. And you will be so very happy, that you chose life when everything in the universe was telling you to choose death.
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