used...
a couple of months ago I was diagnosed with manic depression with bipolar disorder... i was so scared to let my family know, not because of me being afraid to admit it, but for what they are doing now...they criticize me, make jokes about my condition, and my mother blames it completely on my "father's side of the family" for me being "what I am". with all the jokes and the mental and verbal attacks they continue to do... at first I just laughed it off when inside I wanted to crawl in a hole and die somewhere... my husband is the only one they understands, but I still feel like I'm on a boat in an endless ocean... like I'm all by myself dealing and coping with who I am... it's just always a battle everyday... a battle I feel like I'm losing.