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Originally Posted by notALICE
FB and mania story. Illustrates insanity. Not so much random posting. Before I remarried my husband, after I stopped drinking, before my diagnosis - was contacted by this guy I went to school with. I barely remembered him. But I was his first kiss and he convinced me he loved me for 20+ years. And it was meant to be. (This illustrates both predatory behavior AND my own flight from reality). So what did I do? Without telling anyone - quit my job, flew 2000 miles to a frozen tundra state I abhor with visions of living happily ever after tapping maple trees. I hate the cold, being sticky - so wow.
Obviously it did not work out. And how could I not know after that how abnormal that was?
I don't know about the rest of you, but I more often than not make emotional based decisions that defy all logic and reason. I try to remember that - but still make mistakes.
And it shows.
Hooligan - wish I could "come out" of the bipolar closet, but it's stuffed full of skeletons and I'm scared to let it all out. Yet wouldn't there be so much freedom in that?
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For some, they have no problem coming out and are quite comfortable with that. And I totally accept that.
I don't know. For me I still have this stereotype view that people will think I'm crazy. Personally, I'm not sure that it would be liberating for me. I feel as if it would almost be putting me into a mold, if you know what I mean.
And then I think other people will have these aha moments and say to themselves so that's why she is the way she is.
And as for disclosure at work? Never again. Once bitten, a million times shy!