The issue here being that I had seen the inside of a few psych wards when I was young. I had seen people on heavy medications and even then I told myself that this would never be me. I think that I have willfully evaded diagnosis, elluded assistance for fear of being like my uncle. I didn’t want to end up on heavy medication in a padded room, this thought terrified me. So I have likely ignored obvious signs or willfully struggled through and done my best to maintain in the face of them. I implore anyone reading this to please not do as I had done. It isn’t wise to delay treatment, especially in this day and age. The sooner you can begin working on your treatment and recovery the sooner you can begin to feel well. It was foolish of me to think that I could bear that burden like a psychological pack mule. Like I was somehow different and I was capable of overcoming a disorder through sheer stubbornness and determination.
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