When I received my Bipolar 1 diagnosis in September 2018, it opened my eyes to a conversation steeped in shame and embarrassment. At 22, I had just endured a three-month psychotic high followed by a seven-month depressive low. I had not yet developed a strong sense of self, so the experience of being sectioned and having to stop work for my mental health left me feeling overwhelmed and traumatized. To make matters worse, those around me spoke about the situation in hushed tones and with concerned expressions.

The depressive low left me in a place where I could no longer rely on my mind to protect me. Every day, I woke up to intrusive thoughts suggesting that ending my life would be the easiest route. I felt frightened for my future and wished to be anyone but myself. All I dreamt of was experiencing good health, happiness, and independence.

Being vulnerable and sharing your story often leads to observation and judgment, which is a frightening place to be for someone with an overactive mind.

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