Updated: Jun 13, 2023
I’m trying to come up with a list for you or something you can make a note of but I can’t.
It’s either I don’t have anything to share or that there’s just too much. Oddly enough, I think it’s a bit of both. I don’t have much to tell you about being pregnant and having a mental illness because I don’t actually know anything. Rather, what I have is experience and to me, sometimes, that matters more than what you would find in a textbook.
Maybe that title is a bit dramatic but that day was the end of my life as I knew it. The picture above is the chemistry building at my university. That is where it first started or at least that’s where I first noticed it. The mania quickly crept up. I had months of depression and thought that was just part of the uni life.
Updated: Jun 13, 2023
I’ve tried to write this post many, many times before but I can honestly say that it took me over four years to get myself to pen these words. We recently celebrated her birthday. I made the cake you see above and yes it was as delicious as it looks. She also started going to school and for the first time, I not only have some physical but emotional distance from her. This separation actually made me look objectively at my experience as a bipolar mom and I now feel more comfortable talking about how a new life came through me.