Diary of a Mood Disorder
I go to therapy. I resent that I have to wait with the people in the waiting room at Weber Human Services in Utah--the pool of human refuse where I was dropped. The other patrons of this venue include: drug addicts, alcoholics, suicide risks, etc. I am none of these. Why I was sent there is because I need help, and I'm required to seek it regularly to continue to have Medicaid (a government program which provides services for those who can't afford to pay for them.) But, I feel unqualified to be there with the more remarkable human waste, because I'm not them. I'm just a mood disorder. In therapy, when I start to share my thoughts and feelings, it's obvious there's an issue, which psychology can define best as Bipolar II. Bipolar Disorder [1] by chi-of-ink Bipolar II is a mood disorder. It's slightly less intense than Bipolar I, but it's just as damaging and, sadly, more often leads to suicide. Either label becomes part of your identity if you ar