Tag: bipolar

On Recovering from Psychiatric Labels and Psychotropic Medications: An ‘Occupy APA’...

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To Readers: I've decided to sway, briefly, from my traditional story-telling style on this blog in order to post my short speech from this...

Chapter Twenty-Six: Reaching the End, and Making a Start

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A deep blue blanketing of 1AM sky envelops my car as I sit in my parentsā€™ driveway in February 2010, pondering my next, last...

Chapter Twenty-Five: “Paranoid Android”

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It is Christmas Eve of 2008. I am leaning against the kitchen counter of an old friendā€™s house, arms tucked tightly across my stomach,...

Chapter Twenty-Four: Off the Meds and Out of My Mind

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During my first few days on the locked psychiatric unit of the hospital on the hill in early December 2008, I counted the passing...

Chapter Twenty-Three: On the Locked Unit, Locked in Myself

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As we made our way out of Boston and to the psychiatric hospital on the hill, I watched the ā€˜normalā€™ worldā€” the world beyond the Plexiglas rear window of the ambulance I was strapped intoā€” drift past me into the distance.

Chapter Twenty-Two: To the Hospital on the Hill

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Bright, white light pours into my eyes, which have opened themselves slowly.Ā  I clench them closed again, hoping to push the light out.Ā  For...

Chapter Twenty-One: Countdown to Surrender

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COUNTDOWN- THREE DAYS It is mid-morning on Wednesday, November 26th, 2008.Ā  I am staring at a computer screen in my cubicle, one among many at...

Chapter Twenty: Russian Roulette

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After I left my research position on the acute inpatient psychiatric unit of a Boston hospital towards the end of 2006, my life started...

Chapter Nineteen: Playing the Part

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In the months following my five-year high school reunion in the summer of 2006, I drifted about in a sea of indistinguishable days. Amidst...

Chapter Eighteen: Sentenced to Life

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A few weeks after my college graduation in the summer of 2006, my five-year high school reunion was upon me. I had expended a...

Chapter Seventeen: Commencing to Self-Destruct

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While my fellow ā€˜Class of 2006ā€™ graduates celebrated with embraces and high-fives on Commencement Day, jumping excitedly into group photos with caps and gowns,...

Chapter Sixteen: Inside a House of Cards

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Dazed and confused, I was discharged from ā€˜The Havenā€™ in September of 2004 and entered an intensive outpatient day program (IOP) on the grounds...

Chapter Fifteen: A Haven from Self

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A Note to the Reader: Thorough searches of my memory reserves have failed to provide me with a complete and detailed account of my...

Chapter Fourteen: Crossing the Threshold

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Although the drive to the psychiatric hospital in White Plains, New York, in September 2004 was a mere fifteen minutes from home, the trip...

Chapter Thirteen: In the Muck and The Mire

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There I was on my first night of Outward Bound, lying under the big Texas sky in a little town called Redford, amidst waxy...

Chapter Twelve: A Gift of Desperation

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By January of my junior year in college, I had reached my first true emotional bottom. Though surrounded by people on a daily basis...

Chapter Eleven: Teetering on the Edge

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Frantic, fearful, and desperate to get my life together, I returned to Cambridge in the middle of August to move into my off-campus apartment....

Chapter Ten: A ‘Victim of Circumstance’

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Upon arriving home at the end of sophomore year in college, which had been devoted to hyper-control and a carefully maintained, entirely black-and-white existence,...

Chapter Nine: Is It Me Or My Meds?

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Subtly and insidiously, my medications, once merely inert composites of chemicals, acquired an agency of their own and took center stage in my life...

Chapter Eight: “Forget Happiness . . . I’ve Got Control”

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At no moment in my childhood-- whether in those weekday hours after school spent exploring the woods with my dog, or on the early...

Chapter Seven: Becoming Bipolar, Becoming Empowered

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A newfound acceptance of my bipolar diagnosis during the winter of my freshman year at Harvard filled me to the brim with a sense...

Chapter Six: A Disease of Dis-Ease, and New Hope for a...

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On the day I arrived as a freshman at Harvard in the fall of 2001, I dropped my belongings in my dorm room, said...

Chapter Five: Filling the Void

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When I returned to boarding school in the fall of my junior year, I brought with me not just duffel bags of clothes, athletic...

Chapter Four: Eye of the Storm

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I settled into my new life in the fall of my sophomore year at a co-ed boarding school in Western Massachusetts and was convinced...

Chapter Three: At War With A Diagnosis

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Note: In this third entry, it is still early on in my story. It is the fall of my ninth grade year, I am...