Why I Share My Bipolar Story
Reflecting on the initiative of International Bipolar Foundation on ‘World Bipolar Day’ celebration and blogging as my little contribution to the bipolar awareness, I recently asked myself, ‘Why am I so passionate about this bipolar talk? Why am I driving it and publicizing it as if my life depends on it?’
May be in some ways, my life depends on it. Or perhaps, my fulfillment and happiness rely on it. I realised that I am always happy to share my bipolar story because I am convinced that it will encourage someone out there who may be lost in the depth of hopelessness that conveys depression.
I recall clearly that in my early years of being diagnosed bipolar, I was without encouragement. I couldn’t even muster the courage to tell anyone I was diagnosed bipolar let alone encourage someone with my story.
“For we have heardhow the LORD dried up the water of the Red Sea for you when you came out of Egypt, and what you did to the kings of the Amorites who were on the other side of Jordan, Sihon and Og, whom you utterly destroyed. As soon as we heard these things…”