Can anyone help me find myself in a bipolar

support group with people please, i really need this, someone help me out🥺🥺

Whatsapp will be fine

When you enter a spiritual program of recovery (ie sobriety, therapy, etc) it becomes increasingly easier to discern who hates themselves just by observing the way in which they interact with others, how they navigate conflict or how they speak. Recent statistics show that loneliness, depression and anxiety among the upcoming generation is at an all time and I can’t help but blame the unhealthy expectations society has surrounding relationships and what “self love” is.

Self love is more than physical acts of self care. Self love CAN be treating yourself to a pedicure, because it’s an act that feels good and is taking care of your body (in a way), but what about your mental and emotional health? Loving yourself entails so much more than spa days. It’s recognising your mental and emotional capacity to engage in certain things, it’s listening to your body and taking breaks when needed. It’s setting boundaries and asserting them if crossed. It’s giving yourself grace in moments you can’t remain grounded and understanding you’re a work in progress.

Social media has created the misconception that if you’re not spending stupendous amounts of money on physical acts of self care then it’s not self love, which is WRONG. Self love looks different for everyone but I know the general concept is to pour back into yourself.

For myself personally, self love is just that. Loving my mind, body, heart and soul. It’s keeping myself hydrated and getting 8hrs of rest every night. It’s walking away from anything that doesn’t have my best interest and being protective of my energy. It’s being kind to myself and others as I navigate life’s challenges. Acts of self care contribute to the love I have for myself, and they’re done through frugal means because I don’t feel the need to live outside my means.

A lot of this generation is obsessed with the idea of LOOKING rich in wealth when the REAL wealth is being mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually prosperous. By NO means is it easy to achieve when living in a materialistic world, but every day is a good day to start unlearning a lot of the misinformation we had instilled in us.

Everyone wants to experience a healthy relationship but refuse to do the work to achieve it. It’s challenging, it’s uncomfortable, and everything in between, but if you want better then you have to work toward becoming better. Resources are available and should be utilised if made accessible.

With me being a year almost 2 into therapy and support workshops, I’ve made notable exponential progress and I’m proud of myself for it. I understand everyone’s circumstances are differences and mine can’t account for theirs, but it’s about willpower and discipline. The support groups and other professional resources I’m receiving have helped make navigating tribulations easier, and developing better discernment, it’s protected me from universe knows what.

Being a knowledge-seeker and actively taking the time to unlearn a lot of the toxic things I was either taught, have done, or spewed puts me a step closer to being the version of myself I strive to become and I love it, but I hate how society continues to feed the upcoming generation bullshit that’s negatively impacting them.

My greetings to everyone!! I am writing about my adult “childhood diagnosis”. I was diagnosed with ADHD. Well, this is simply restless and overly distracted. Well, this happens often in children. They run around, spin, and do not sit still even if they are punished. Mothers suffer greatly with such children. Previously, doctors said “it will grow up, everything will pass.” Well, now doctors say that it turns out. remains in adults. Well, I have no doubt. since there are adults who run around like an electric broom. Well, doctors recently included me in this group. I told them that I was extremely restless as a child. Grandma always held my hand. Either I ran far away, or I immediately fell. If my brother went out for a walk with me, he also wouldn’t let go of my hand. He even played football. holding my hand. And it didn’t “stress” me. I ran fine with it. I did well at school. I studied extremely well at the institute. The problem was that the pace of presentation of material in lectures was slow for me. And I really missed you. I wasn't bored for long at the lecture because I can't sit quietly and do nothing. I planned the lecture time as follows: I write a lecture...in the intervals between this (and they are more than I need) I write my homework, in parallel. Do you think that's all? I’m bored, all this and I still have an interesting magazine on my desk and my friend and I are leafing through it. I look at the pictures and they make me laugh. I also planned to go out into the corridor during the lecture to walk around or go to the library (there is less line at the lecture). I managed to do everything. And listen and write and watch. And he studied well. For my restlessness during an optimal lecture, I needed a faster presentation of information with a change of pictures, video and audio. But that's not all...For perfect concentration, I need to do two things at the same time. Or at least shoot a video and write. Then everything is ok, and I’m not very bored. Therefore, when they told me that I had ADHD, I said to the doctor “so what? What’s wrong?” The doctor told me “if you get tired, that’s bad.” Well, yes, I’m tired... when I’m lying tired, I write and read a lot on the Internet. It’s boring to just lie down... I enjoy several phones, streams of information... but my sleep is also restless... that’s why I went to the doctor... I’m writing here to support others with ADHD

I’m in such a weird situation! Seven weeks ago, I gave birth to my firstborn. It’s a long-awaited baby, I’ve been trying to get pregnant for five years and was in the final stages of preparing for IFV, when I met this young man and fell in love for a short while. I knew he was not ready for a family from day one when we were playing board games and the only association he had with “nuptials” was “trap”. But he seemed such an asset, 25 y.o., handsome and healthy. I fell for his genes more than for his character. His mother is a superb woman, and she likes me despite the fact that I’m 8 years older than her son. We can come visit her, and I’ll spend more time talking to her than my partner. When I found out I was pregnant, I told my partner, and then I texted my mother and his mother. Their reaction was overwhelmingly positive, and that somewhat brightened up my partner’s reaction, who simply said, “What? It can’t be”, then looked at my test and went out to the supermarket. I wasn’t waiting for flowers and a cake, of course, but it was dispiriting to see that he was shaken and… afraid? Perhaps I should feel guilty that I used him for my own purpose. Then again, I assured him I wouldn’t need his financial support if he didn’t want to get involved. His mother was very enthusiastic, she patronized me throughout my pregnancy like no one else. I think she even beat my doctor! Honestly, it was nice, and I appreciate it!

I’ll try to keep this short. We stayed together during all my pregnancy. Only I was ecstatic about it, while my partner was just there, perhaps thanks to his mother. My daughter was born a healthy girl, with curly blond hair and gray eyes, while both me and my partner have dark hair and dark eyes. The first thing my partner said when he saw her was she wasn’t his. I was shocked to the point where I couldn’t even argue. I stood there next to his mother and my dad and could cry for the hopelessness of it all. The doctor explained to us that sometimes babies are born with lighter hair, which will change later in life. Even the colour of their eyes may turn from gray to hazel. Thanks God my partner’s mother has grey eyes, so he didn’t focus too much on that at least. He insisted on a paternity test and moved out to live with his mother until we got the results. I suppose the only thing I felt back then was emptiness. It wasn’t even disappointment, I was past that stage during my pregnancy. Anyway, the test showed he was the father (obviously!). His mother, who had been very neutral during all those nervous days, changed her tone and was nice and caring again. She came to help me with the newborn, and two weeks later my partner said he was ready to move in again. We live under one roof again, and we live like neighbors. I don’t know why he’s even doing it. He wasn’t excited about becoming a father in the first place. I was ready to bear this alone, and I still am, but I value all the attention my partner’s mother has shown to me and my daughter. Is it selfish that I don’t want to lose it? I don’t know whether I want to keep living together with her son, there’s nothing between us. I need a grandmother for my daughter more than a father, it’s so ridiculous.