Three years ago I was in an inpatient mental facility in Tennessee, I had a 7 month old and a 3 year old at home. I was there for having a complete mental break down experiencing Postpartum psychosis and a manic episode induced by no sleep from the newborn stage and raging hormones. I got my bipolar diagnosis and later that year went through a divorce, my ex threw all of this in my face and drug my through the dirt in the court system all because I had a REALLY hard time after our son was born. I didn’t quite know what would happen and I got a job, saving all the money I could to get a crappy apartment for my two kiddos. A two bedroom was all I could afford and that too was thrown in my face during our divorce. I was terrified, of being alone, of my diagnosis, of failing my kids. I just wanted to be a good mom and a good role model. I had never been good at holding down a job. I’m writing this three years later sitting in my 4 bed, 3 bath home. I’ve been with my job for 2 years now and just received a promotion and a raise, I just pitched an idea in a meeting to my company’s COO that went amazing. They listened and loved my ideas. My kids each have an awesome bedroom and everything they could ever need. Three years ago I tried to end it. I’m so glad I failed, I’m so glad I got divorced and I’m so glad I succeeded on my own even though nobody, including myself, thought I could do it. 



Bipolar is not the end. The odds were stacked against me and I literally was on my own. Idk if anyone will read this or take the time to get to the end of this post but if you did, thank you for letting me brag for a moment