🙂Before the diagnosis, you have a family, friends, a job!
People find you eccentric, boring sometimes but hey who's not?
When you have energy, your friends love you, your family is proud of you!
When you're feeling low, people tell you it will pass, have a rest!
But when you're diagnosed, oh my ...
Friends keep away because all of a sudden, well you're crazy, nuts, loony, psycho!
Ah yes now I understand why you did this or that!
But you're dangerous!
Ah really? Are you sectioned in the shrink hospital? OMG! Well, good luck then!
Your family is like:
Don't forget to take your meds!
Uh, you shouldn't drink, it doesn't mix with drugs!
You know, I spoke with the psychiatrists, it will be long ... You have to listen to them ...
Oh damn, you're not gonna throw us a fit again!
I can't take it anymore, you know, it's hard for us too ... Understand us, we are suffering!
You piss us off, we've had enough, that's always your excuse "I can't help it, it's my illness that made me do this!"
You should control yourself anyway!
Oh shit, you bought this or that again, a new one! We yet again are the ones who are gonna have to pay the price ... such a down-and-out loser!
All these projects and you never finish anything!
When you're lying down on the sofa, having hit rock bottom, you hear classics of the genre, get up, do some sport, move around a little, you're so lazy, clench your teeth, there are more unhappy people than you ...
Still doing fuck all! You're a pain in the ass!
See what we do for you!
You've screwed up again!
The husband cannot take it any longer, the wife gives up, the children don't understand ...
In short, it usually ends up in divorce!
At work, it gets complicated!
Colleagues find you're slacking, you don't do your part, you don't respect the schedules, you don't achieve the OBJECTIVES!
Sick of you, of your fits of hysteria!
We're going to fire you, you're useless!
Anyway, you're always on sick leave ...
And bang, you find yourself jobless!
Everything is falling apart around you!
You go in and out of hospital!
You're stuffed with neuroleptics, antipsychotics, anxyolitics, in short, lots of -ics, so much that you're braindead ...
The family has mercy!
Friends have fun without you!
The colleagues are like "Yeah we suspected it, it wasn't right, yes he or she is at the loonies clinic, oh well that's for the best! For sure, these people have to be put into care!"
And you, you're agonizing ...
In the midst of your peers, "drug" addicts like you!
You tell yourself that you would be better off six feet under!
Besides, you carefully prepare your plan to disappear when you get out ...
And then, one day, you get out, not always quite right in your head ...
The pitiful looks of the family make you angry!
Friends are no longer there!
You find yourself like an asshole so you put your plan into action!
Damn it failed! You find yourself again between four walls ...
From mental hospital to another inpatient ward, you get used to drugs and side effects!
You're shaking, you look like a whale, your guts pffff forget it!
Your therapist tells you that you have no choice!
You're sick, that's how it is, you have to take the treatment!
The shrink tries various cocktails and you take them kinda!
You've had enough, so you smoke anything you find, you drown your sorrows in alcohol, you take whatever there's on the market in order to mute the pain!
You give the change!
You wear the mask of the one who's well!
You go out late at night to forget daytime!
You meet dodgy people with often malevolent intentions!
Yes you have become fragile and it's not easy to recognize manipulators!
You get screwed up and down!
You go back down to hell ...
When you're like that, caught up in the whirlwind of emotions, you no longer know how to surface back up ....
But little by little, you start to look for information on the subject;
You read stories;
You educate yourself;
You talk to your therapist about how you feel;
Your treatment is adjusted;
You regain confidence;
You make new friends;
The strength returns but the episodes of decompensation are further apart!
You get creative ...
Well, you're far from being Van Gogh but you're proud of yourself!
Your family, or what's left of it, is trying to adjust.
You gave up on your old friends, but it doesn't matter because now you have new ones and those, they have empathy!
You find yourself a new job with flexible hours.
Or accept to be on disability and you can finally take care of your mental health and enjoy life!!
Fragile like a bird on a wire but hanging on ...
So yes, there is a before and an after, but above all there is hope for all of you who have read till the end ... ♥ ️🍀
Author : Bipolar On Air
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