A Story of Trauma

Time slows in the midst of trauma and each moment lingers with meaning. Some move with speed towards the future while others reminisce on their past. Both may become great storytellers. Trauma may define the lives of those who search for meaning and passion and many may find it therapeutic to work in a field related to past difficulties. My diagnoses of bipolar disorder has defined my life regardless of me saying otherwise. My episodes were tortuous and left me lonely and miserable. I needed a label for my experiences so I could be put at ease and help others who suffered.
I worked hard at eliminating stigma surrounding mental health issues and found satisfaction and value in such work. I openly shared the stories of my delusions in hopes I could make a difference, even if just for one person. I always told myself and others that a mental illness should not define anyone, including myself. I stopped speaking openly about my episodes after too much pain embodied my entire being. I now find myself proud of my mind and feel somewhat unique for my differences. I continue to steadily move forward as my past shame diminishes and I once again find hope and good in honesty and the sharing of my traumas.






