Only the cool kids have Bipolar..

In 2011 I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder II (BP). Now mind you this was no surprise. My teenage years were like the doldrums of the South Pacific I was tossed to and fro. In my early and mid twenties I flew on the wings of a manic induced high that took me to great heights. Then promptly to enormous lows.

Typically when someone starts talking about their “special problem” they hide behind a scientific explanation of what their “special problem” is. I will not bore you with the how’s and why’s of what BP is all about. Because you know why? Everybody already knows everything about this mental health disorder. In fact I find it quite enlightening.

Only last week someone casually mentioned to me that they think their manager is BP. Because, well you know, he is nice one day, and then really pissy the next day. Phew, glad you got him figured. Okay, I shouldn't be hard on those folks, they are at least trying right?

I will not explain the scientific reason of what BP is. But because I like you (I really don't) I will take you along in my journey in the dark and glorious world of someone who has (not is) BP. I will do this because you might know someone that has BP. Perhaps on a more darker note, someone with BP that has contemplated suicide or tragically was succesful in commiting suicide

I am one of thousands afflicted with this interesting mental health disorder. I will show you through my eyes what it is like to live with it on a daily basis. Now how do I know you will follow me along in this journey? Well its like this, if you follow Kim Kardashian (which many of you do, don’t deny it) then surely you will follow the plight of one soul who will delight, amuse and scare you all at once.

Okay let’s get started. First, everything that you have read about BP is true. We do truly play in the dark recesses of our mind where many do not tread. Our god-like machinations hold us in an iron grip that allow us to soar with feverish imagination. The highs and some of the lows that I experience push me beyond the realm of normalcy.

Yet when the dust settles and the chemicals in my brain realign themselves with nature I am once again among the living. You see I suffer from manic episodes almost exclusively. However, on occasion my feet will touch the canyon floor of despair and self loathing.

The first thing my dear reader you will need to know is this. Each creature afflicted with BP is unique. There is no blanket description for each individual touched by this affliction, no blanket cure for their ailment. Abide by this rule well and you will do just fine till we meet again.

“In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king”