A bipolar diagnosis doesn’t mean I’m a serial killer

by Jon Farrow

The moment you’re diagnosed, that’s what you become, a psychopath. You are a witch in a society fascinated by the thrill of a hunt. To even utter the word bipolar brings cogitations of whether you could be a killer. So you bury the new explanation for the pain you’ve always felt. The answer you’ve always been searching for is considered a vulgar word.

Bipolar is an adjective thrown around to describe anything inconsistent, such as the weather. To even speak of it in anything but a satirizing tone is written off.

That pain of being written off by society festers inside of you, decaying what little hope you have of being accepted. The positivity oozing out of your soul leaving your heart goes septic from the act of constantly hiding.

You will never have full control over your emotions and thoughts.

Despite this fact, it is important to remember that you are not psychotic. Society has always been an irrational and nonsensical by design. There is too much emphasis on what the majority considers acceptable. To degrade yourself based on a diagnosis that isn’t widely embraced is illogical.

You may have bipolar disorder but you are not an unhinged psychopath.

The only thing deranged in your life are the people who don’t accept you based upon a diagnosis. The very definition of insanity is being in a state of mind which prevents normal perception, behavior, or social interaction. Treating those with bipolar disorder as insane based upon misconstrued fallacies is in itself the very definition of insanity.

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Anne Moss Rogers

I am the mother of two boys and the owner of emotionally naked, a site that reached a quarter million people in its first 18 months. I am a writer and professional public speaker on the topics of suicide, addiction, mental illness, and grief and my book, Diary of a Broken Mind, will be published in the fall. I lost my youngest son, Charles, 20, to suicide June 5, 2015. As talented and funny as Charles was, letting other people know they matter was his greatest gift. And now the legacy I try and carry forward in my son's memory. Professional Speaker Website

One thought on “A bipolar diagnosis doesn’t mean I’m a serial killer”

  1. We are all so much more than one ‘label’. We need to support and encourage one another not add to their struggles. Thanks for sharing.

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