“I will bleed you now”

So a couple weeks ago I hit the six weeks in Rwanda marker. I didn’t really think anything about it until I saw a reminder in my calendar that is just the blood needle emoji signifying that it was time for me to get my blood tested for my valporic acid levels and other basic […]

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Getting Diagnosed & Medicated

Being mediated is one thing however, being stable on medication is a whole other animal. The first time I took medication for mental illness, I was around 12 or 13. I had spent years diagnosed with Generalised Anxiety Disorder, and at around the time I reached puberty it has blossomed into depression. I was a […]

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Why I Started This Blog

  I kept my diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder Type I as my most closely guarded secret for years. Knowing about my diagnosis was strictly on a need to know basis. I did everything in my power to hide it from boyfriends, roommates, and extended family members until about a year ago. I made up lies […]

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