//Please note that I didn’t write this blog post. Please don’t give me credit for this post… even though https://hazelhillboro.wordpress.com/ is one of my favorite blogs. Go check out her posts for a few reasons:
- She is a literature teacher, so her grammar, metaphors, and overall writing style is on point (always something I will endorse).
- She has incredible insight on mental illness, specifically bipolar disorder.
- She understands humor… like she gets it, y’all. Finally, someone gets it.
- Speaking of “getting it,” she definitely conveys a lot that I wish I could say regarding my disorder, so instead of reading my failed attempts to type my feelings, read hers. She’s da homie, fam.
“Try painting what a bipolar diagnosis feels like,” my therapist told me.
“It doesn’t work like that,” I explained. “I paint, but I paint things. Like, you know, pheasants or whatever.”
“Um, pheasants?” Her pencil hovered over the notepad.
“Yeah, I painted a pheasant a while back because my husband likes outdoorsy stuff. Anyway, I can look at a picture of a pheasant, put some paint on a canvas, and then say, ‘hey, that looks a lot like a pheasant.’ And I feel cool because I know I did it right, because it looks a lot like that picture of a pheasant. I don’t do abstract stuff.”
“You could try abstract painting…give it a chance. It could help.”
Now, if I would have actually followed my therapist’s advice and tried to abstractly paint what a bipolar diagnosis feels like, then I would have categorized this post as “Crazy Shit I’ve…
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