Anyways, the psychologist sent me to the psychiatrist after asking me questions pertaining to my mental illness history where I told her that I was diagnosed as borderline a year back, and had attempted suicide a few times when the feelings of depression and frustration settled in. I was also physically abused by both of my parents as a child, and have been in three sexually abusive relationships with people of the opposite sex till now.
The psychiatrist asked me about my history and how it has been after the offset of depression. I told her that I fought it (honestly I consider that I'm alive today because I have a purpose and I'm destined to live which erased my depression a lot ) since the last attempt when I slit my wrist) and I figure she thought I'm hypomaniac. I tried explaining to her that I'm probably on a relapse now because the rape trigerred it, but I had a period of bliss and laughter for the past one year, which cannot be mistaken for mania. To cry is an illness, to smile too?
She's put me on lithium for a year for now ( she said we'll START OFF with it) and a drug to cure my sleep apnea and generalized anxiety. But I don't want to take lithium! I'm NOT bipolar !! I top my class, I'm so positive and I may be jumpy, but I'm not ill. If I'm sad now, it's because I've been raped while intoxicated in the backseat of a car which I hardly have any memory of. If I was depressed earlier, it was because I was too immature and unprepared to handle the bag of $#%^ continuously thrown at me.
Please tell me I'm fine. Please.


I am doing my 2nd year undergraduate degree now, I want to be a clinical psychologist. I have big dreams and fantasies. Borderline is a lifestyle, I've accepted it, I've always lived it and will probably always do.But bipolar is a lifetime nightmare which will shatter my dreams, my purpose.