DIZ710Senior Contributor
A hard road to live
My first experience with Bipolar was at age 11. I got so angry that I started ripping off my bedroom cupboard doors and then proceeded to scream at the top of my lungs whilst ripping out handfuls of my hair. My mother completely ignored this. I tried to slash my wrists a short time later and I was placed into Mental health care for 3 months. At age 13 I ran away from home and never returned. I lived on the streets and eventually ended sleeping around to be able to have a roof on my head. There were many episodes in this time but I will not go into these as it will take to long.
I had my first chilld at age 18, then another 2 by 23yrs, I became really unwell (attempted suicide) and ended up in Graylands Hospital where they diagnoised me with Personality Disorder, I was kept there for 3 months. During this time I lost all rights to see my children. I was repeatedly arrested until I finally went to prison.
3 years ago I again attempted suicide as I felt I could not longer go on. It was at this time that Iwas finally diagnoised with Bipolar Type II and was finally placed on medication.
Things have improved but I still have times where I lose it.
I hate this disorder and sometimes just wished I was dead,