A support page for peeps living with Bipolar Disorder, Brain fog, Anxiety & Depression by a Melbourne gal who has been battling these demons for 40 years. The more we talk about our "invisible" struggles, the more the stigmas will lift. They have to…………….. don't they? PLEASE SHARE MY BLOG, ADD YOUR COMMENTS & TELL US YOUR STORY..
My brain is frustrating. It usually doesn’t function the way that I want it to. Simple tasks can take extreme effort. Difficult tasks can be downright impossible. Sometimes I feel sorry for myself and wish I didn’t have this stupid frigging condition. Other times though, I enjoy the ups and am thankful for the joy that extreme emotions bring me. It’s a rollercoaster ride and sometimes I just want to get off, if only for a little while.
But the older I get the more I realise that we all have something that makes us different or unwell. Everyone has their own shit to deal with. My Mum has anxiety & a blood cancer. Dad has diabetes. My partner grew up in a single parent family & as a paramedic deals with death on a weekly basis. My bestie has thyroid issues & gluten intolerance. Another friend lost a sibling early on and has anxiety issues. My daughter’s friend has multiple food allergies. My cousin’s baby girl has a heart condition. My neighbour has chronic back pain & post-traumatic stress. My brothers are both pains in the arse (it’s a condition, look it up).
This week I found out that my daughter may have high functioning autism. Of course my first reaction was… OMFG!
But the more I think about it, the more I understand that it’s just a label, just a way to describe the unique personality that she is. She is extremely bright. She’s funny and loving and resilient. She’s confident and headstrong. I’m proud of her and look forward to seeing her grow into the strong woman I know she will be. She’s “not quite right” sometimes but aren’t we all?
Living with an NQR brain is hard. But what’s harder is the feeling of isolation.. Mainly because we fear being able to tell people what is “wrong” with us. What if we were to change our view of ourselves? How about we accept that our brains are not “broken” but rather “unique”. We are different, but isn’t everybody?
How do you feel about your silent illness? Is it a blessing or a curse? Are there aspects of it that you love? Hate? Would you change it if you could, or are you proud of the rare and wonderful creature that you are?