I originally submitted this for essay consideration, but thought it would fit here since it talks about part of my journey with diagnosis.
“Bipolar always loses.”
These were the supposedly comforting words coming from the one star general sitting next to me and across from my lawyer. A few minutes ago I had lost, literally and figuratively, and one of the three members of the Medical Evaluation Board thought making the unprecedented move of meeting with me after their decision would lessen the blow of my new reality. [Read more…]