Being in any relationship has its hardships and delights, but when mental health issues are in the mix does this complicate things or does it enlighten them?
At what point do you tell them? Right at the beginning, on your dating profile, after six months or just wait for them to notice and say, oh didn’t I tell you? When is it okay to say, “Hey! I have a mental illness, well not one or two but three!” When will they believe it’s just a part of me?
Have you seen that Instagram post “I hope the last two months of 2017 are the plot twist you were hoping for”? (original owner unknown.)
I have and it struck home to me. I pictured 2017 as a year-in-the-life book, then I questioned; what would it be about, what would I write about?
So, 2017 as much as you have been sweet to me you have also been unkind, and this why.
Like any relationship, the one between mental illness and ‘self’ has its ups and downs, it has its own balance or sometimes an imbalance, but it takes work.
Sometimes, more work than the ability we have to do so.
That is the average time it takes for a mental illness to be diagnosed here in the U.K.
I have battled with anxiety and depression for over a decade, eleven years to be exact, yet I’m still not there at the right diagnosis.
They say I suffer from a depressive disorder, but isn’t that bipolar?
The research suggests that for Bipolar to be diagnosed the first thing that is considered or a symptom, is depression.
I remember telling one of my doctors that well, I’m not going to come and see you just to you I’m feeling good and that was the truth. After all, my doctor wasn’t my therapist.
It’s the eve of Christmas Eve and I have had enough. Of my hair, that is.
The moment the clippers buzz to life, I freeze. Do I want this? Or do I need this?
I guess I’ll find out.