I am a patient with bipolar disorder.
Two winters ago, my mania became so severe that I had to leave my job.
My family was shocked and hospitalized me for two and a half months.
As I slowly regained my sanity, I realized that if my bipolar disorder worsened, I could lose everything I had.
In order to not lose my life, I continued to take my medication diligently after being discharged from the hospital.
A year has passed like this.
Bipolar medication makes me numb.
I don’t react to delicious food or beautiful scenery.
So, the good things are decreasing and the things I want to do are decreasing.
There are no strong emotions, so there are no impressive memories.
Time just passes without any memories.
It’s like being dead.
I want to live.
I want to feel alive.
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