A journey from dark days of mental health institutionalization and repeated electroconvulsive therapy treatments, to a successful advocacy career.
On losing my mind with bipolar disorder, the bottom line is this: I need to take my medication, no matter how much faith I possess.
Say the words “psychiatric hospital” to the average person and the hair on the back of their neck might stand straight up.
Finding stability with a mental illness, like anything else worthwhile, takes time, effort, and openness to learning, and failing.
Living with schizophrenia, I’ve been through the full gamut of side-effects. New side-effects pop up to say “hello” with each medication I’m prescribed.