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  • Dick Posted December 13, 2013 9:30 am

    I feel like I wrote the above message…

    I have said to people time after time, you just can’t see it!!!..

    When my illness of Bipolar graduated into a more serious form, it was then, that I to was completely ostracized and treated like a leper, or patronized and humiliated from so called friends that I one time considered trust worthy. I also came from an abusive upbringing, which in its self, always made me feel not part of and I am 52 years old as of Jan 12th 2013

    however…

    My motto now is, the disease is easy…what makes it so hard, is the utter ‘prejudice” inflicted upon all of us, from the so-called “normal” people from our “sick” society.

    and I will never let any of these “sick” individuals hurt me anymore…these individuals, have ranged from Dr.s family members and former friends of 25 years…

    to anyone who reads this and is hurting, I beg of you to say, today is my day, today, I celebrate myself and I congratulate myself for being such a “survivor” and will never let the impaired ability, of these so called normal people to feel standard empathy impair me, in my quest, to being the best person, that I can possibly be. I will learn from these losers in society and within my life and

    Everyday I will be so, so, grateful for not being like they are.

    My heart goes out to you all and stand firm, it is them, NOT US!!!

    One more time….it is them, NOT US!! and say “us” for you are not alone…

    here is my email address for anyone who needs to talk

    furtherfarthest@yahoo.ca

    • Lorna dEntremont Posted December 13, 2013 7:54 pm

      Thank you Dick for sharing your story with us and offering your email for readers who need to talk to someone who understands what they are going through. All the best to you. Lorna

    • Stacey Posted March 11, 2017 6:08 pm

      Reading about your struggles throughout your life brought tears to my eyes I too have struggled and I continue to struggle 25 long years I worked as a nurse for 12 years I excelled at faking a smile every day. As the years went on exhaustion from fighting to keep my mind straight as I struggled to perform my job caught up with me. I was no longer the woman who could run an entire office on her own do it with finesse. Although it was known in the office that I suffered with bipolar disorder I never discussed my symptoms nor my feelings with co workers. The real pain came when these women that I have worked side by side with, who I considered close friends for 12 years, people who know who I am, who know the type of mother I am, women who I had spent 8 hours a day 7 days a week with after noticing the changes in my job performance due to being manic and unable to complete a single thought in my head began to gossip amongst each other, concluding their own diagnosis of my mental decline and after knowing that I am a respectable woman with morals concluded that I most be abusing illegal drugs. Professional women who obviously are completely ignorant to effects of bipolar disorder could not explain my behavior as anything other than illegal drugs, that may I add have never even attempted to explore in my life. I fell into a depression and became so weak that I couldn’t even fight to defend my reputation I eventually lost my job due to the fact that I was excessively I’ll. Although I have my own ideas as to the truth behind my termination. I feel as though this illness has stolen my life from me. I fight like a champion on a daily basis but I feel that I am beginning to lose my battle. The fight has literally drained every ounce of energy that I was conserving out of me. I am angry because I tried to remain positive all these years, I had worked so very hard to get to where I was in my career, I suffered in silence with my illness so that I appeared to be as normal as everyone else in fear of being judged only to have my reputation destroyed by people who could never imagine the sadness I feel when I remember the woman I was only a few years ago compared to who this horrible illness has left me. I just want people to know I that if people who suffer with a mental illness had a little me compassion, a little more understanding, a little more respect from the people that they are surrounded by they just might be able to muster up some strength they didn’t think they had left to put on a smile and hold their heads up with dignity and strive to have a better day than the one before

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