It happened recently.
I am relieved. Past happenings make more sense to me now.
Suggestive bipolar disorder is the diagnosis. It is often mistaken as major depression (MD). Doctors often misdiagnose. I lived with MD for the past nine years. It has been a vicious ride. Be it unlucky or fortunate, I am ‘labeled’ with bipolar few month ago.
“If IT is to be, IT is up to me” a quote by William H. Johnsen could not be more apt. Willingly I accept the diagnosis. No denial nor shock. Rather it has been reassuring as many past events become self-explanatory. If it is to be bipolar, I concur.
It is up to me to take charge in my recovery from Bipolar Disorder. I assume responsibility to get well and carry out daily activities. I am committed to taking my medications faithfully.. Yes, no skipping it with excuses like social drinks or “I forgot to take my meds.” I turn up for all Doctor’s appointments, saying no to “I don’t feel like going out” or “I can’t think with my low mood.”
Nine years of wrongful medical care, the time wasted, I let it go.
The new diagnosis, I accept it.
To get well, I take charge.
My new identity as a person with bipolar disorder, I assume ownership