I don’t remember much of my own childhood.
What I do remember is how difficult it was to live with my mother.
She has Bipolar I with psychotic symptoms. She has never stuck to her meds, and has never been in therapy.
She was mostly emotionally and verbally abusive. Sometimes physically.
A few years ago, when a therapist referred me to a psychiatrist to be evaluated for Bipolar Disorder, I never made an appointment.
I was terrified of being diagnosed, even though I felt like it was probably true.
I didn’t want to be like my mother.
For the same reason I ignored my problems, I finally made an appointment with a psychiatrist to begin treatment.
I didn’t want to be like my mother.
I have been on meds and seeing a therapist for about two months. I feel a lot more stable now, but have a lot of work to do.