About
The Man
In 2004, I received the news that my diagnosis was Bipolar disorder, which wasn’t a surprise after my downward spiral. Not to mention growing up with a Bipolar Mother and Grandfather, I was simply the next Screeb to inherit the title. In fact, I was the one who initially walked into the doctor’s office and declared I was suffering from manic-depressive illness. Most individuals would be depressed, scared, and angry at the world. Instead I’ve balanced my life and utilized my creative abilities resulting from my chemical imbalance, however, I am angry at the world mostly because of all the stupid people living in it. By my estimates, I believe about 70% of people are suffering from some sort of untreated mental illness, or they are simply dense. Honestly, I enjoy ripping these people to shreds, because they only make society worse. The world is a vicious cesspool, and suffers from it’s own imbalance; there is more bad in the world than good.
How did I find out I was bipolar? I diagnosed myself and willingly brought myself to get treatment, which is rare for this disease. One of the symptoms is denial to the very end, and usually the family identifies the problem. My adolescences were far from normal, but it wasn’t until my senior year of college that I hit rock bottom. Being away at school, I was able to hide the symptoms from my family. My grandfather was bipolar, and always off his medication. My mother was also, which led to my parent’s divorce and her death. Next in line was myself, and I knew enough about my family history and my own mind to know what was wrong. My family doctor looked at me oddly, as I told him I had bipolar disorder and also wanted full std testing performed.
This lead me to a psychiatrist and therapy, which is why I am on medication and “blog” as a therapeutic journal. My life is under control now, thanks to the medication and a strict daily structure. I still cycle with highs and lows, and my perception and thoughts are distorted. Writing is an enjoyable hobby, and without it I bottle up emotions. There is the famous saying you hear often, “I should write a book”. Someday I will write a book about my life and growing up in a bipolar world, if I live long enough to finish it.
