Eight years ago I found out I was bipolar.
I had known something was wrong. What I didn't know was what it was, how to treat it, or whether I would ever feel "normal", whatever that was.
There's something amazing about knowing your demon. Everyone has demons. Mine finally had a name, and I could finally fight it. And after eight years, I feel like I've defeated it.
Eight years ago I started taking Lamictal.
A whole new world was opened up to me. It was a world in which I could understand my pain. Everything suddenly made sense. This world was a world of emotional color. Things were no longer bleak and gray. This was a chance for a new life.
Scott was a big part of that life. He was there when I was diagnosed. He was there when I started medicating. And he was there when I achieved clarity.
Everything that ends begins something else. Scott and I ended. But it's not the end. And that's why I got this:
"Endings precede new beginnings"
And for the eight years I've been on Lamictal?
I got this:
This molecule changed my life.
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