bipolar

Mariah Carey has revealed she was diagnosed with the mental health condition in 2001.
Mariah Carey has revealed she was diagnosed with the mental health condition in 2001.
The Best Feeling Ever! When I’m in the grips of mania, I love Bipolar. The euphoria I feel is like no other drug. The feeling
I was the one who was standing in the middle of a major motorway in Northern Italy at rush hour, wearing nothing but his khaki shorts, backing up traffic for 10 miles, letting one vehicle pass at a time and doing so with more conviction and sense of purpose than any human who'd walked the face of the earth. I was the one who - in the true sense of the meaning - had lost his mind. Now five years on, I'm being called crazy for all the right reasons.
For Mental Health Awareness Week this year I was asked to write a post for the charity I volunteer at on the national theme of surviving or thriving. Using this I've had a look back at my long history of mental illness and reflected on when I've been surviving and when I've been thriving.
For me, the diagnosis was a relief, for it accorded with the maxim "know thyself" - and, for any human being, this is a fundamental part of life's journey. As time goes on, I have begun to see bipolar not so much as an affliction, confined to a certain, unfortunate percentile of the population, but as something that lies in the further reaches of conscious experience.
I regularly get told the classic "You'd never know it to look at you" and, "You seem like you've got it all together." Believe me I very much do not, the battle in my head is so tiresome. Often I'll smile at someone whilst thinking, "gosh I want to die so much" and I'm by in no means the one swimming in the choppiest water.
You don't need to be defeated by or ashamed of having a mental health condition. If people aren't prepared to talk to you about it, find people who will. You are not alone. Be productive. Be creative. Be courageous. You can have a mental illness and a great life.
One sunny autumn afternoon 18 months ago, two policemen showed up at my doorstep to tell me that my son's body had been found nearby. Apparently Saagar had ended his own life. They handed me his belongings but I was convinced they had made a mistake. This was not within the realm of possibilities. He is a handsome talented young man of 20 with a fabulous education and everything to live for. How could this be? He had a recent diagnosis of bipolar disorder but the doctors had me believe that he was getting better. No one ever mentioned the word 'suicide' to me.
Thank you for fixing my household goods for example when I feel like the world has ended all because I've totally ruined a tin opener trying to open a tin of corned beef. Times like that I can get so frustrated for no reason and I feel like I could just 'smash a plate' - ridiculous I know.