My Bipolar Story: Prelude ii
saltyraconteur
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I’ll be following this series, my Bipolar sister in spirit. I wasn’t diagnosed until I was 40. It took two hospitalizations to get my medications squared away and bring me back to “normal” (whatever the hell that is). I was told by mental health professionals that I would never work as an RN again, never drive a car… basically never have anything close to life as I knew it (I did all of the above and then some). I would love to go bitch-slap the Nurse Practitioner in the psych hospital who told me all of those things and to just “get used to being like this”. I do believe in Karma though; somehow she’s either already gotten repaid for being so heinous towards me or is on Karma’s hit list.

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