A Guest Article from someone inspired by this website to their their Hope!

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For the last two weeks, I haven’t been able to get the thoughts out of my head.  Driving to work, I saw overpasses and tall buildings – possibilities of death that I weighed and pondered. When writing in my office, I contemplated suicide between every word choice.  At social events, I drifted farther and farther from the people before me.  I felt completely isolated even when surrounded – and like people were talking to me through water.

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I was so happy.  I know I was.  But work was scaring me.  And the prospect of not working was scaring me…I’m a shell of my former self because I got afraid.  Because I wasn’t sleeping.  I want to go back to what I was, but I don’t know how.

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One of my primary goals in launching Bipolar Oz is to help people with mental illness build their own roads to recovery.  To that end, I plan to return to my road and examine those bricks that I think would be useful to others.

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I was a twenty-one-year-old college senior when I was diagnosed with Bipolar I.  It would be another twenty-one years before I publicly acknowledged my mental illness.  

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