This article crossed my feed on Facebook yesterday. It immediately got my attention, as I was also 29 when I decided I was incurable and that life was no longer worth living. Luckily for me, my bipolar doesn’t have a psychosis diagnosis along with it, so while staying on my meds was a challenge at first, it did eventually sink in. I was able to beat my demons far enough into submission to make it to, so far, 44, and life has definitely been worth living.
I may have gone into detail about all of that earlier on here, I really can’t remember right now. So maybe I’ll talk about it more in a later post. For now, I leave you with this: