With my freshman year of college behind me, it has caused me to reflect.
This year has been insane, literally.
I have officially been diagnosed with Bipolar 2 disorder as well as OCD.
Many mental illnesses have been overgeneralized, downplayed, and even made fun of because people are not fully grasping the severity of them.
As I continue this blog I will definitely go into further detail about what exactly these disorders are as well as my personal experiences with them, but for today I will stick to my other thoughts.
I waited to post this until I felt like I was ready to come to terms with it myself.
I have been battling my own judgmental thoughts for the past seven months.
How do I allow these labels to bring me peace when I feel so shameful of them?
How do I remain confident when the stigma behind so many disorders is that “those people are crazy” or “those types of people just need to stay on their medication.”
We must change this stigma.
Souls, moods, personalities, hearts, and minds are broken because people feel out casted for things they cannot control.
My entire life I have questioned my sanity.
Now that I have learned about my final diagnosis, I have had to remind myself that it is okay that I am different from others.
That my mood may be more rapid.
That my thoughts might be more intrusive.
That I may be much more emotional.
The likelihood of me having Bipolar disorder as well as OCD was slim to nothing.
There was a 1.5% chance of me having Bipolar disorder, and 2-3% chance of me having OCD.
I do not line up with any of the statistics.
So, this has left me with two options: to hate myself and every single way I operate, or to realize there is a specific reason I was made this way.
I was made this way on purpose.
My extreme highs and very low lows are painful and can be harmful, but through out my life I have been able to connect with others in ways I did not even think were possible due to how many different feelings I have endured.
My intrusive thoughts that have caused me to stay awake until 5:00 AM, only to be woken back up at 7:00 AM from morbid dreams that leave me speechless.
These exact moments are the times that make me empathize with those around me the most.
I want to comfort people’s minds.
That is why I am here.
The issue with our society is that everyone feels so alone. They think no one understands them whatsoever. But we are all thinking this exact same way…that no one understands us.
Therefore, we never even give people a chance to, and this leaves us completely isolated with our thoughts and ourselves.
You are not defined by what the world tells you that you are.
Male or female, you are a beautiful creature.
The goal of this post is to express that nothing is too weird, nasty, or intense to not share you story.
It does not matter how different it is from others.
In order to bring souls together all over the world we must break free from the bondage of our own minds, and the world’s critical remarks.
Embrace your creative, intricate mind.
I have spent my entire life staring at a reflection that I loathed.
Sometimes, I definitely still do, but I want to change this so that I can really understand what it means to love myself.
I do not care if this takes me my entire life, I will fight for my mind and my mood.
When intrusive thoughts crowd my mind and suffocate me, I will befriend them, and speak things over myself to reiterate that I am in fact okay.
I will welcome my disorders so that I can better love myself.
I cannot keep running from who I am, and who I will be my whole life.
They make me the overly passionate person that I am.
Yes, this makes me different from my peers, but I must move past this in order to continue doing big things in the world around me.
Do not ever think you are too emotional, too unstable, or too crazy to have a say.
I stayed quiet for so long because I thought I was psychotic, and needed to get over the things that haunted me from my past.
I thought my dark thoughts were normal.
I thought my extreme mood swings were just part of “being a girl”, but these things are not true.
So today, I am openly speaking about my diagnosis, because I am choosing to love myself.
If this is you, speak out.
Remember you are unique. Not strange.
Yes, this journey will be long, but I am no longer ashamed and no one should have to be.
8 thoughts on “Befriending Yourself.”
Thank you for being vulnerable, Madi! You are so brave!
Madi, you are a brave, wise girl. Since I love your mama so much, I know where some of that comes from! The rest of it, I know, is because you’re a Jesus girl. I’m praying for you and the huge impact I know you’ll have by telling the truth. I’ve already got some other friends with whom I’ll share your post–friends who need encouragement in their own mental health struggles. Your courage means they’ll know they’re not alone. Thank you. And big hugs.
Thank you so much! That would be awesome.
Thank you for sharing your struggles. My ex-husband and step daughter both struggle with Bi-polar.
Madi, what incredible wisdom and courage you show here at such a young age! I’m so proud to “know you” through your beautiful mom and I can’t wait to follow and be inspired by your journey! Kim Stewart
Madi, you are brave and this is good. Thank you for sharing such an honest and insightful look at mental illness and the beautiful people bravely living life with it.
Cheering you on,
Firestarter (ask your dad or mom, if this seems random).
Thank you so much!!
Thanks. I’m 9m into the same
Diagnosis…perfectly timed words. Press on.