Today, I really feel as if I don't release all these thoughts in my head I will truly unleash an unholy fury into the universe that I do not karmically need. Where to begin?
Bipolar. I think it is truly just this decade's mental health fad. Seriously. It's like, trendy (feel free to emphasize that statement with a toss of the hair and a Valley Girl accent....go ahead do it. Feel better? Good).
Within the last 2 years this damn diagnosis has caused major upheaval for me and my loved ones. Damn it, we all get sad don't we? We all get angry, right? I think the difference between a "normal" person and a "bipolar" (seriously, the quotes on that one are purely to provide emphasis on the sarcasm) person is how said person would react to a situation.
Based on personal experience only, because I am NOT a therapist, medical expert, etc., I think that bipolar is just a diagnosis given to spoiled, selfish, me-me-me types, who get beyond irate when they don't get their way and will use ANY desperate method to regain attention and control. Ugh, entitlement sums it up well.
People who refuse to be accountable for their actions, who refuse to apologize, who would rather you be afraid of them and be in control of you than to earn respect and admiration.
I feel that any "desperate" attempt to bring attention back to oneself by "attempting to commit suicide" is the worst form of selfishness possible. Seriously. What did you think would happen? That we would get scared and cottle you? That we would jump hoops to "save" you. Fuck that. Do it yourself. I also know from personal experience that when someone is in so much pain the ONLY way they see out of it is to remove themselves from the equation, they do so SILENTLY. No snide comments in anger, no Facebook status updates about "I'm not worth it" blah blah blah. It is only AFTER the fact that a well-written letter or video or audio recording is found. A formal good-bye meant to be left as a "sorry".
I am not completely writing "bipolar" off as a fake disease, because I am sure there are many people who seriously suffer from the disease. I must explain that this diagnosis is being flung around so much recently, and to people who I have lived with. People I have grown up with. People who have had major influences on my life. And based on what I have seen, and what I have experienced (and mind you it is a whole hell of a lot of emotional shit that I have spent YEARS UPON YEARS getting over and learning to cope with) I feel that these people are being mis-diagnosed and then using it as a crutch. Let me remind you of my previous assessment; people who refuse to be accountable for their actions, and who refuse to apologize.
Okay, I feel a bit better now.
Much love,
T
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