I bought into the stigmas about the mentally ill, until I became one of them
The first thing someone says when I tell them I have bipolar, anxiety, and obsessive-compulsive disorder is, “I’m sorry.”
For a long time, I was sorry too.
Bipolar runs in my family, so I knew the harsh realities of this untreated illness. A family member faked his own death after a counterfeiting spending spree. My grandfather told people that I would die in a car accident, and he would take my body …
I bought into the stigmas about the mentally ill, until I became one of them
