I’ve not posted an update on here about my mental health for a bit. when I make posts on here, they are forwarded to my twitter, Facebook, and my dead tumblr. The last time I did so I got accused of being in love with my diagnosis (which I am because I have come to embrace it and because of so, I can educate and inform others of it’s awareness) and that I “LOVED” the attention I got from it. Along with being accused of being an attention whore for posting my meds, I was also accused of being “Borderline”. This came from a friend to which was one of my favorite musician and now turned therapist.
not to sound defensive, but those accusations were false and it really bummed me out that my friend called me out like that. It felt like he was trolling me. I would assume that if a friend of mine was a therapist, they would private message me about their concerns for me rather than falsely accusing me of being borderline and an attention whore about my diagnosis.
these posts are not for attention, they were originally to track my moods, then I got lazy and just started posting them periodically just for updates. I was also inspired by a person who I originally followed on flickr back in 2006.
I have no shame about my diagnosis, because if you are a fan of my music, you might have noticed that all of my albums have a somber depressing theme to them at the very end. I’ve dealt with depression ever since I can remember. So after I had my first mental breakdown, I was diagnosed with bipolar and that finally gave me a reason as to why I was feeling the way I was.
Another main reason I also do so is for bipolar awareness. Since I have been posting pics of my meds I have been told that I have given people insight on their loved ones with bipolar, I remind people to take their meds (you’d be surprised how we often forget to do so) and I have also informed people that have had questions about the effect of their medication that I take to which they are newly prescribed.
I put myself out there and along with that, it is possible that I may be shamed and accused of false accusations behind my true motive. Shit hurt and bummed me out.