Intransit

Friday

To be told that one has a specifically diagnosed illness, by two senior medical professionals, would seem , on the face of it, to be dire news. The disease exists and it has a name. I have the illness and can pin a label on it.

However, for me it is good news. My condition and the way it exercises itself, falls into place when compared with the symptoms expected and found in Bipolar Affective Disorder. I felt a huge weight was lifted off my mind once the diagnosis was made. I now know what the enemy is and I can begin to consider how to tackle it. With the support and guidance of health care professionals, the road towards any improvement will take several years and many tears. Knowing which road to take enables me to head off in the correct direction for my future.

I have close friends who know when to be there and when just to be available. They are truly exceptional human beings. I have learned a hard lesson over the years as other people have struggled with my illness and avoided me. So I now avoid them.

My family has suffered with me. We are all anticipating an improved future.
They know why and how the illness exists and I have told them all that I know about it. This has liberated them and me from my having to wear my public mask all the time.

I must add here that this short entry in the blog has taken me ages to type. Too many typing mistakes and a difficulty in finding and collecting the appropriate words to use, have hindered my desire to present this short piece to you. I believe it might be the result of an uplift in my mood of yesterday, being turned into a downside today. I am typing through a thick fog of hidden thought. It is a real struggle. I shall stop.

posted by john @ 11:12 am