The life of a bipolar has many ups and downs. At least that’s what I’m told. And that’s what I’m led to believe by the books I’ve been reading, stories from women who lived through terrible manic highs before being diagnosed bipolar and finding a place a stability. (See which books here.) The stories included deep, suicidal depressions, raging or fanciful manias, stories that make for great reading.
I’m told by professionals in the field that most folks with bipolar are NOT like this, that their lives, once diagnosed and stable are nothing worth writing a book about. So there are no books like those I’m looking for – the stories of people with bipolar who are 10, 15, 20 years from diagnosis living an average life, with an average job and family, with meds and schedules and therapists. But Stable. Living life on their own terms.
I’m looking for hope that I won’t keep bouncing in and out of the hospital with suicidal depression , and that I will be kept from a psychotic or manic break. On the one hand it’s like I want to go back to before all this and just have my regular life back. But on the other hand, I’m looking for a new stability that doesn’t wreak havoc on my family, that doesn’t push me to overwork myself or my back, and where I am more comfortable in my skin and taking care of myself.
Is that a lot to ask?
Are there folks out there with this kind of story that would write a book or something??? Help a sister out, would ya?