2KVYOT3.L0VETukayote Helianthus v2Walking away from suffering.Walking towards love.With intention.
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For years I thought refusing to accept my bipolar made me strong. It was denial, and underneath it was grief I didn’t want to feel. Acceptance isn’t quitting treatment. It’s quitting the fight against what’s permanent, whether that’s a diagnosis or a conflict that’s never going to change. Sometimes no response is a response. Good…
They lied, calling my friends, family, the police, and even my fellow veterans, telling them I’m unsafe, manic, suicidal, and in need of a welfare check. It’s DARVO and unlawful harassment. I’m sober, stable, safe, and in treatment, with three providers who know the truth. It’s been that way for almost three years. I’m off…
The first time someone called me manic, I was right. I was being cheated on, and I ended up with six rounds of ECT for noticing. This is about what real mania looks like, what asking for accountability looks like, and how a diagnosis gets used as an alibi.
November 2023, I stood at Heather Meadows the day before the last manic psychiatric crisis I have had and had no idea what was coming. Today I went back. Same mountain. Not even close to the same person. This is what closing circles actually looks like.