One of the things that bothered me the most about “coming out” was that I was worried that I’d be labelled as incapable and useless. I’d be ruined and my achievements (which were achieved in my manic states) were no longer valid.
Yet, when my illness was managed well, I far exceeded even my own expectations in terms of what I could achieve. People could then expect more from me. The best of me. Instead of expecting the worst of me, expecting the worst of what my illness is capable of- instead of attributing my success or failures to my illness.
I am clinically well at the moment and still I yearn to help people. Son I know this is part of who I am and not due to a manic illusion created by my illness. I have created fruitful relationships and wonderful friendships. And all of this while keeping my moods bearable.
I think a lot of stay quiet about our diagnosis for the right reasons, like privacy. But when it’s to your detriment it’s not good at all. You don’t need me to tell you that.
Speak up. Even if it is a sad whisper.
There are people out there tasked to help you.
Be all you can be with you illness managed. It take long (forever), but it’s possible.