by Tammy Ozolins
My world was crashing down, I had no energy, felt my world getting darker and darker and all I wanted was to see was a glimmer of hope. My days were long and I was tired of it all. The walls were closing in on me and I thought I could not breathe.
Does this sound familiar at all?
That is exactly how I felt when I was at my lowest point of depression. I manage and cope with Bipolar Disorder. Back then, I would just cry myself to sleep at night, just praying the pain would stop.
It all started when I was in high school. I didn’t know what to do or even know where to go for help. Why? I was embarrassed and I thought no one else was going through this. Surely no one else would understand.
So I kept all of it inside and struggled my senior year in High School and through college. I really did not understand it myself at all. Would these feelings go away? Maybe I was exaggerating?
I fought as hard as I could, but eventually, those feelings were stronger than me.
By my mid-twenties, I had attempted suicide to escape the feeling of being alone, this was the first time in a long time I had been excited about something. What was I excited for? Excited to escape the pain and loneliness.
Since you are reading this, you know I didn’t suicide.
I got help. And you can, too.
It’ starts by holding onto hope. You may be screaming, “Oh please,“ right now, but hear me out.
Bipolar is a battle I fight every day. Let me rephrase that. It’s a war. But today I am the solider that can defeat the enemy. It’s not an easy battle and I am not going to sit here and say it is.
But I will say that for me it is a battle that comes and goes. I also, know I cannot fight this battle alone, I have other soldiers helping me. My faith, my family and friends. The battle for me is sometimes long and sometimes short, but I will tell you after each battle I grow and I learn from it.