You know, I've been thinking. The hospital seems sick and tired of my family and me. My family seems dead set on restoring bipolar and Prichards' reign at all costs. My counseling team refuses to let that happen. It's really my Counselor's office word against my family's that prevents restoring bipolar. Yet my family insists on restoring the narrative and holding me to blame. It's a stalemate. A rather ridiculous one, if you ask me. 

    What is love? Not a narrative that keeps one person locked in a false diagnosis with drugs that don't actually help them. Not a family that would rather force medicate then talk. Not family that is too proud to admit fault but would rather drag in the entire upstate medical system. That's not love. Definitely not love.

    Love is not an addiction to Psychiatric labels like Bipolar. Healing involving forgiving and moving on, not just by one person, but by a group of people. But I keep getting burned. Over and over. One sided forgiving and moving on is no healing at all. Crushing people like bugs unless they conform to a narrative is not love. 

    The hospital can't fix one side of a problem. It has to address the whole problem. But some people won't budge. It's really sad. I thought I could heal in counseling, but some people are so dead set on being right that they sabotage everything just to prove themselves right. Welcome to my family.

    We should start a support group called Psychiatry Addicts Anonymous. We'll label each other to death and walk away instead of talking about the problems. It's not actually uncommon in my family. I don't actually like to talk about their faults nearly as much as they like to talk about mine. But they do have them. Maybe someday they will have a real conversation with me. Maybe not. I've waited a long time. At this point, I think that the entire upstate mental health community is ready to walk away with me if that's what it takes to stop this battle between family. 

    No let's just blow up everything instead. Great idea guys. 

    Diagnonsense is not love. I've learned a lot about love. Things my family did not teach me.