I hate having to be in control all the
time when I'm living with a condition that does whatever it wants.
Mental illness does not care what plans you had. It makes me angry
when I need to be composed, reckless when I need to be focused and
exhausted when I've got things to do. Only I can evaluate what my
head is doing and what my body needs, so please don't try to tell me.
If I don't know how I'm feeling half the time then how can you?
Sometimes all I want is a bit of space to figure my head out. If I
can do that, I can try to manage my moods and function like a
relatively normal human. I can't make any promises but I can try.
Also, I understand that my problems will affect people around me, but
making me feel guilty won't stop that happening. It will make me feel
even worse about everything than I already do, and that won't help
anyone. Please try to understand I don't want to be the way I am and
I didn't get this diagnosis to spite anyone. And in future, keep your
ignorance to yourself.
"Cyclothymia, or cyclothymic disorder, is a mild form of bipolar disorder (manic depression). A person with cyclothymia will have a history of mood swings that range from mild depression to emotional highs" http://www.nhs.uk/conditions/cyclothymia/Pages/Introduction.aspx
Thursday, 13 February 2014
Other People And Me
One of the biggest problems I face
whilst trying to manage my illness is other people. Generally, they
just don't get it at all. Telling me to exercise more is not helpful.
Telling me I need to just get out and get on with things is not
helpful. Insisting it's not an illness is infuriating. Would you say
any of this to someone with a physical ailment such as a broken limb?
No. So why is it ok to say it to me? Is it because you can't see my
illness? Anxiety is real. Depression is real. I have a lot to deal
with, and you are not helping.
Labels:
depression,
mental heath,
stigma
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