I've just had quite a striking realisation that I must have had over 100 episodes of bipolar depression in the last six years! It's been one a month, lasting a week to ten days, so I've done the maths and that equates to around 700 days, which is a stark discovery. All that time lost to hiding away, not talking to anyone or engaging with my family. It seems that it's slowly fading and I truly hope as I write this that I can get through a month without it. When I'm well I realise how amazing life is. Just got to hold onto that.
I've been reflecting a lot about my career lately and all the twists and turns it's taken in the last few years, especially since having my daughter. I've experienced a toxic work environment, redundancy, a need to change jobs due to ill health and a huge reduction in hours for my husband due to his M.E., but despite the odds my freelance business has thrived, I've secured a great part-time job and we've managed to keep a roof over our heads. Also my dad just came out of palliative care as he's doing so well. We are survivors us Mitchells (maiden name). Well, Jacksons too - my Mother-in-Law was just given an MBE for her charity she set up due to a really impossible situation when she was denied contact with her first grandchild. Life takes us through many ups and downs, particularly as someone with bipolar and menopause, but it's how you respond that counts. Just thought I'd share my musings as I thought you might like to see my personal side. People w...

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