Coming Out

I speak here occasionally about my crazy. I don't know, though, if I've ever really spelled it out. My life is complicated by bipolar disorder type II, depression and anxiety disorder. (Of course, these aren't the only things that complicate my life, they're just the icing on the cake.) I am alive today because I finally got scared enough to get help. Driving to work one day, the only thing that kept me from swerving into oncoming traffic was fear. I went home the next morning and told Justin that I needed help. He helped me. He saved me by taking me to the doctor, by holding my hand, by making sure that I knew that he loved me, crazy or not, and that admitting that I needed intervention wouldn't change me. It would just make me myself again.
Last month was my 1 year anniversary of being properly medicated. My life has changed so much since that day. The biggest thing being that I no longer see a black hole when I look at my life. If you need help, tell someone. Get the help. If you don't have someone to talk to, call a helpline. They will help you, and it's not just because they're getting a paycheck. Even if you don't know it, someone out there loves you. Someone out there needs you. Speak out. Not convinced by me? Go here for someone else's story.

1-800-723-TALK