Facebook confession

I have shared lots of mental health links, so some people may put 2 and 2 togther. I have told most of my friends and no one cares. I also work in a restaurant and that's an environment for the "crazies" anyway

I hate that there is such a stigma in MH, because my illness does not define who I am. Yet, once my family learned that I was diagnosed with Bipolar, they were the first to hurt me by playing a part in my support group, while being the assailant behind my back. I also disclosed the nature of my illness to a companion of mine and he ran faster than I could explain. I am still learning who I can and cannot trust with such discretion. I am lucky that I do have a best friend who understands and accepts me. I hope that one day society looks at me and accepts me just as they do as someone with a heart condition or diabetes. I am not my illness, I am….