Ah, another what will probably be a rather long Sunday night blog entry.
I started on mood stabilisers last week, as I mentioned in a previous blog and I really am feeling a lot better. Have a lot of stuff going on but I'm actually so proud of how I'm dealing with everything. I know if some of these things had happened to me two years ago... and er, maybe last week... I'd be locked away in my room etc. I haven't self harmed in 8 days. Can't believe I'm writing this in a blog, OH GOD! But anyway, yeah. I know that's a short time, and I've stopped for longer periods of time before, but this really is it. There is no going back.
I think I realised in the last while that being mentally ill is always seen in such a negative light, and I've taken a huge bashing for it over the years, been told things like, "Just cheer up" and I've been pushed away by so many people and I just thought, "Why the fuck me? Why am I being punished for this?". Well, I get it now.
I get that I was not always the problem. Yeah, it probably is frustrating to be friends with me sometimes, but ya know what? No one is perfect. I might rapidly circle through moods, and sure, I'll look for the negative before the positive but I always make an effort for the people I love. A huge effort.
So bipolar or not, I'm still me. I'm still just a person who has been trying really hard not to get lost in an illness. I'm still just a girl who likes to watch crime documentaries and then lie in bed totally scared, I'm just a girl who likes to be hugged and I'm just a girl who likes to drive in the rain. It's funny how after so long, I'd forgotten I'm just me. All I ever thought about was how I felt that day, cutting, hiding, medication, doctors, hospitals. I've spoken so much about being ill that being ill became me. And that's not me at all.
I'm happier than I have been in a really long time now, truly. My thanks go to everyone at Pieta House. I would never ever have gotten a diagnosis without these guys, and I probably would never have found the right medication. The therapy opened my eyes too, and it's just like being in a whole new world. I owe my life to each and every one of them.