Wednesday, January 22, 2014
I was thinking about it the other day that it's been 10 years now since that horrible year of my bipolar struggle. I entered the Air Force in February 2004 and had my manic break down in April 2 months later.
So much has changed since then. 2004 was the worst year of my life to date. But even though it was hard it really only took one year to become mostly stable. Which I am fortunate because I know it takes some people much longer to find a medication that works. I got a psychiatrist that was experienced and changed my life more than he will ever know; I sadly cannot tell him since he passed away in 2006.
My brother is one of those struggling with finding a medication that works and finding stability. He does not feel that relief and stops taking the medications causing a downfall and a restart in his recovery. I try and help him with my story, but I out of most people understand he is not comprehending or accepting anything I say. He has not found a decent psychiatrist either which can help him through this time. It's very frustrating seeing him struggle and be tormented for over 6 years with what I went through in one.
I am so thankful for those who have helped me over the years gain this "normal", happy life and hope my brother and others can find it too.