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Someone who you disagree with probably will contact Dinah, if you don’t. Now is your chance to speak out and be heard. For the sake of the book, we are limiting our discussion to what’s clearly ‘forced,’ on the idea that someone who had been cajoled into getting alternative experience thence someone who is certified, consequently kept at a civil commitment hearing. Please note that we are interested in treatment that is unequivocally involuntary. We need a line somewhere to contain the scope of the book, and we’ve chosen the line to be the actual civil commitment hearing, It’s not to deny the value of the cajoled treatment. Marisa Lancione is a mental health advocate who was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder I 8 years ago.

While writing or tweeting, marisa is a media relations professional and when she ain’t fighting stigma, she can usually be found reading.

Despite being stable for the past 4 years, she still struggles to find balance in lifespan while managing a mental illness.

You can follow her story on HMC’s Supportive Minds blog here, and additionally you can follow Marisa through Twitter and her own website.

It didn’t matter that the authors had different experiences or diagnoses from my own as I could still see myself in them -they were still telling my story.

What these memoirs gave me that the academic articles never could was a feeling of community. Feeling understood, even if it’s by someone you’ve never met and will probably never meet, is sometimes enough to go when you’re feeling frustrated and fed up with the system. They understood. Nevertheless, he gave me no insight into how to manage these peaks and valleys or how my life could or must be forever impacted by this diagnosis, he briefly described hypomania and depression, both of which I had already experienced. I left his office with a script for Lithium, another appointment to see if I had leveled out and a list of unanswered questions. Then the psychiatristexplained it vaguely as having peaks and valleys in your moods that aren’t typical.

I had never heard of the illness and knew nothing about it, when I was first diagnosed with bipolar disorder.

Whenever songwriting and composing, and how it has assisted his own mental health, at the awards ceremony, Bill spoke about his own creativity.

Whenever explaining that ‘melody is how I view the world and understand situations, one day I woke up and found I was good at something… it was like a secret weapon,’ he said. Whether they chose to read out their work at the event or not, he applauded the writers shortlisted, for putting pen to paper and writing short stories and poetry concerned with mental health above all. Gerry Linford runs creative writing courses around Liverpool, his workshop at the SPIDER Project in Birkenhead welcomes participants who have experienced problems with alcohol and drugs, and mental health. Therefore the writing competition was tied in with quite a few creative writing workshops, the link between creativity and good mental health a tangible and proven one. These stories made me realize that It doesn’t really matter what the DSM or the psychology articles said about me, mental health and what I going to be experiencing.

And that’s the reality of the illness. What was important was my experience. Another said that I was so there was the truly awful, that only happened about two years ago. Psychiatrists have repeatedly discredited my lived experience with depression, anxiety and bipolar disorder. Known he also inferred that I shouldn’t actually have children as they could get what I have. Known one psychiatrist ld me that I wasn’t really depressed as real depressed people didn’t shower or get out of bed. Notice, he patronized me about pregnancy while on medication, despite my assurances that pregnancy wasn’t in the cards for loads of years. I know that the authors write candidly about suicide and ‘selfharm’, they detail the difficulties of maintaining relationships through the ups and downs of their illnesses, they explain uncomfortable aftereffects of psychopharmaceuticals.

They talk about the strange camaraderie that forms on a psych ward as you trade war stories of your worst panic attack, botched suicide attempts and which medication gave you the worst consequences. Addressing gender, occupation, socioeconomics and race, These stories are ld from the front lines of mental illness from plenty of perspectives. I also read about how psychopharmaceuticals were typically marketed to women and that the diagnostic categories in the DSM have a long history of being extremely gendered. Nothing talked about what it was like to try endless medications and have none of them work for longer than two years. It didn’t talk about how taking Seroquel will affect how and when I go to sleep or how crappy So it’s to get blood tests almost any couple of weeks. None of it helped me understand myself in relationship to my illness, as interesting as all of it’s.

None of what I read described what I was going through.

How expensive medications are.

They didn’t talk about how Lithium made eating dairy products unbearable or how it made me incredibly dizzy 85 of the time. They didn’t talk about what it’s actually like to be on a psych ward or how nobody can possibly understand why you’d consider suicide as a viable option. It feels like a privilege. Writing, she says, lets you immerse yourself ‘in a world of your invention, where you make the rules and decide on the outcome. Basically the support from fellow NaNoWriMo participants throughout November every year is, she reckons, invaluable, and available to everyone who joins in.

People tel me that I’m brave, since I started to share my mental health story with the public.

They became a life raft that I clung to when I was in a bad spot, couldn’t find out what was happening to me or just needed to feel like someone understood where I was coming from, the reason I chose to start sharing my story is being that I found strength in other people’s.

I don’t consider myself brave since many before me, and many after me, will share stories that are more compelling, filled with more struggle and ld a great deal more eloquently than my own, as flattering as that is. I don’t know what brought me to this place -maybe some vain hope that somewhere, somebody else was experiencing what I was going through.p thing I ever did was to leave the academic texts behind and I turned to memoirs written by people who live with mental illness. Thankfully that’s exactly what I found.