Yes, I know I am being overly sensitive about the whole thing. Ever since the psych said bipolar the concept of stigma really bothered me.
Do you think it was a mistake not to check the yes box on psychiatric illness and list the meds I am currently on? On one hand, it could be important medical information. On the other hand I consider this to be a very private piece of very sensitive information, and I don't feel it is anyone's business but mine. So, once again, I keep coming back to conflicted, torn, not sure which way to go. It's like my whole life is a metaphor for "bipolar".
And honestly, I keep waiting for this to get better, and it just doesn't seem to get better.
K - your comment about living the life you were given rather than the one you thought you were promised. I know you meant that in a good way, like play the hand you are dealt and make the best of it, but when I read that I almost broke down in tears because for me, it goes back to the same feeling, that any hope for "normal" is gone, that I will always be labeled and judged and whispered about, and that no matter what I do, people will look at me as "damaged goods". And that fills me with the utmost sense of despair and hopelessness, especially I guess because I have always had this perfectionistic streak, and I now feel like I am just so much garbage lying in the gutter. How do you ever get over this kind if thing and get to a point where you can feel good about yourself again? It seems like every time I begin to feel just a little better, something comes along to knock me down again, as if the Universe wants me to be punished for something I've done.