Me? Call me Lulu. I’m a seemingly regular woman who lives, works as a teacher, and raises a family in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. With the exception that I have Bipolar Disorder II. That changes everything.
It was a long, rocky, lonely road to get where I am now. I became symptomatic when I was about 12. After attempts by my family and me to hide my condition, I was finally diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder at 15. I was treated for four years when I gave up. The treatment wasn’t working and I couldn’t afford it anymore.
For five more years, I self-medicated to the point of functional alcoholism. That was until I became pregnant with my son.
I had postpartum psychosis. Something was very wrong. Six months after having my son, I sought help. I was then, finally, diagnosed correctly. After several doctors, I was properly medicated. Although, it only eases symptoms, rather than curing them.
I have Bipolar Disorder. It is an illness that I will have for the rest of my life. And this blog is seeing the world through these bipolar eyes.