I’m finishing final rewrites of my memoir of living with undiagnosed bipolar disorder. It is bringing up so many feelings and thoughts. I just wonder how I ever got through those times…how I coped with such devastating depression (well, I attempted suicide three times, that’s how), a decade of domestic violence and just plain not feeling well most of the time.
I read other blogs by people going through similar experiences I had and have a clue, but I would never have had the wherewithal to blog about it when I was going through it–even if blogging were even an option back in those days:)
I just really want to applaud those of you who are “in the trenches” so to speak and still willing to share your daily, weekly, monthly reality with us. Yes, I wrote, with pen on paper, when I was hospitalized, but I also hid the fact that I was hospitalized from my writing group EVEN THOUGH I WAS WRITING ABOUT MY MENTAL ILLNESS — the humble beginnings of this memoir.