Bipolar Bytes: Before and After; Why a Diagnosis Should Only Help


Bipolar Bytes...What this is.

Remember your life before?

Before you were hit with the big bipolar diagnosis?  The realization you have not just a mental disorder but what is considered also, a serious mental illness?  I bet you remember life after.

Well, unless you were jacked up on a bunch of meds trying to find the ones worthy of keeping to help you get through this (more on the getting through in a minute.. cause you can’t, but bear with me a moment) If so the immediate time following the big B news may have been a little bit of a blur.  I get it.

So the first couple weeks may be hazy and if you are in the first couple weeks at this moment, stick with me kid, it gets better.  I promise.

Those of you who are beyond the hazy or were blessed with instant clarity to begin with, there was some point I am willing to bet you went through the feeling your life changed, everything changed, you changed. Why can’t you go back to life before?

You know what the only difference was before?  You didn’t know.  You were doing this crazy shit on your own. You didn;t have help.

That’s it Lizzie?  Yup.

Take a minute and think back to before.  In my case, 27 years of before.  Sure I can sit here and say, well the stuff I’ve read, the statistics, the meds, the issues, and yes, the fear suck. After.  Whatever got you to this point, was the same before.  Get it?

After, I can look back on those 27 years and suddenly, instead of being confused and feeling like the biggest screw up in the world you know what?  It all fell into place and my life makes sense.

Well as much as it can for after.  You get what I am saying?

You are no different because of a stupid diagnosis than you were before.  Except you have help.  You have tools. You have resources which, if you didn’t know, how could you think to look?

You could have hope.

That’s a choice you will eventually have to come to on your own. Hate your life and yourself for something you did not in any way cause, or deserve.

Or find hope.

When I first was diagnosed I was happy.  Then I learned the truth about what it meant.  Then I cried and was depressed and hid it from anybody but my family. I was scared by what I read and miserable. I was 38.

I hated that it happened. I hated that.

Bipolar is not curable but apparently it is manageable.  So now getting through, you never will to the other side of it, but you can decide how to get through the living with it.


Being scared is understandable, I was.

You may want your life back. Many of us do. Many of us miss the highs, although not the lows of our illness.

But the only real difference between before and after, is knowledge. Knowledge is power.

You still are who you were.  Just not so alone.



6 thoughts on “Bipolar Bytes: Before and After; Why a Diagnosis Should Only Help

  1. Beautifully done, Lizzie. It’s clear, you’re clear. Better still, you know why, and how to stay reasonably clear; I’m really glad. I think what you’ve said today, sharing your epiphany, will help a lot of others, too….

    It’s Life, isn’t it? Just like for all of us, with a different set of rules & consequences; it’s not over til it’s over, and we can choose to enjoy, or regret… but, as you say, only if you see the choice, and can hold on to the hope..

    Take care, milady…& again, well done….


    1. Thank you sir. I can stay almost clear but I am not so sure about reasonably. 🙂 good to see you Ned. Hope all is well. I’ll come visit soon and thank as always for your kind words. Blessings

      1. Well, close is good. In fact, Peruaosophy, my personal philosophy, speaks to that with the very first axiom, to wit:

        “I think I am. That’s close enough.”

        Life is all about ambiguity, and how we handle change; in that sense, being bipolar CAN give one a perspective unavailable to those who sail through life without any ripples….

        Luv Ya! Good to see a post; come on by anytime, no worries. It’s always good to see you…


  2. Great post. Tweeted it. Especially love this: “You still are who you were. Just not so alone.” The diagnosis of bipolar does not change who we are, nor does its treatment.

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