Finding Peace in the Chaos

    I can understand why some people are frustrated. We see the present through the lens of our understanding of the past. For a lot of the Bipolar education and treatment, it was only me and a doctor. They don't know the extent to which I was misled and miseducated. All they know is their experience: It's been chaotic, with a lot of meds and theory. It would be much easier if it was all just made up, rather than a misinterpretation. It takes a lot of energy and time to entertain misconceptions. I don't have that energy and time. It's a waste of energy and time. That's why I focus on basic symptoms that everyone can agree on: things like dystonia. I'm focusing on my strengths: written words. I'm focusing on basics: proper nutrition and managing my finances. We have limited time on this earth; I hope to create something with my words. Something people can enjoy... stories and poems. 

    I have to have some truth in my life, even if everyone else is in love with a myth. The healthcare situation got out of hand. There's more to me then labels and medications. There's more to me then how dust free my home is. I can be funny. I can be fun to be around. But I don't have the energy to debate my psychology. I don't see why some people so fixated on certain aspects of my personality. Then they wonder why I need space. Instead of answering the same questions, arguing about the same details until I'm blue in the face. There's more to life. I need to find it. Alone, if necessary. But hopefully not.

    Hopefully my life will have people in it that I don't need to argue with or talk in circles or treat conversations like interrogations. I don't know. There are some people I have spoken to in a long time, and I don't know BS the next conversation might bring. But somehow, I need to find a way to communicate better with people. To get them to understand that there are some things that I don't have the energy for. I'm exhausted of playing games with people. I'm tired of implied accusations, guilting, shaming, and all the rest. I'm tired of being manipulated. Tired of being treated as less than, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Tired of loaded questions and statements. Tired of the whole judge and jury bit. There's got to be something real beyond all of the BS. I need something real. And that's what counseling is about for me: finding what is real and truth after so much time arguing and playing along. I'm way too old to be living my life that way. I'm not actually 10-25 years old. 

    Maybe, just maybe, if people want to be in my life they might eventually catch on. Because I'm running out of ways to explain what I feel should be obvious by now. I can't play along anymore. I need something real. I regurgitate old arguments, accusations, judgments and resentments anymore. I've wasted way too much time. Life is too short. I don't have the energy. This person is permanently closed for unsolicited advice. This is me. Take it or leave it. Whichever you choose, but there is no third option. I don't enjoy the frustration or chaos any more than anyone else. So, for God's sake, don't come into my life to fix me. You won't succeed. 

Reasons Why I Don't Fit FDIA

    Ok, so I had some clarification explained to me. Even though I'm confident I don't have Bipolar, I do have something else... several somethings... autism, ADHD, and cPTSD/DID. Which means I don't have FDIA, I was just a little miseducated on what I do have. It was still harmful to be misdiagnosed and miseducated on my health. I do think that having more control over my healthcare and more education on my actual problems has been helpful. Maybe my life will seem a little less like a game of "Clue" now that I've cleared up some of that. 

    I haven't been fighting just for the sake of being disagreeable, I've been fighting for clarity. This time I have taken to be alone and to seek counseling has helped me find that clarity. But these crusades by certain people in my life to push narratives on Bipolar and drugs have been distracting, to say the least. I hope I have seen the end of the crusades. I'm tired of fighting. It's a relief just to breathe and enjoy proper healthcare.