I never thought I would lose my mother the way that it happened—the suddenness and having to continue to finish graduate school and keep myself from allowing the feelings in. I was hiding my pain, and it was growing into the monster thing that was hidden away in my mind. It wanted to be let go.
After my diagnosis of bipolar disorder, it took me many years before I fully accepted I had this life-changing mental illness. The first step in any recovery is acceptance. I realized I had … Continue reading The Grieving Process of My Bipolar Disorder Diagnosis