The Bipolar Writer recounts surviving the American health care system.
I tend to wait for the right time to talk about subjects as the American Healthcare System. In my ten-year journey, I have seen the worst of the American Healthcare System, and also what can change when we start caring for those that are sick in this country.
So here is my story.
I was officially diagnosed with Bipolar One disorder in the psych ward at my local hospital at the age of twenty-two. The hospital released me with a laundry list of medications and no way to pay for any of the medication or the help that they recommended that I go get on the outside.
I had quit my job the year before and I wasn’t making anything resembling work. I was lost and in one of the worst depression cycles of my life. I didn’t know what the hell being Bipolar even meant and when I asked…
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