Single mother. Musician. Suicide survivor. Bipolar disorder diagnosis. These are a few words that describe me, and they are in order of importance.
If you have found yourself reading this, and you can relate in anyway, please know that you are not alone. Hi! My name is Kim, and I’m joining my mom, on this blog, who was a voice for me in my time of silence during my toughest years living with bipolar disorder.
From a young age, I’ve always been interested in music. I started singing almost as soon as I began talking. Writing music was natural for me, and I knew that becoming a singer/songwriter was my ultimate dream. What I did not know was that the journey would be very rough and that at times I would not have the strength to propel forward. On May 21st, 2010 the weight of my depression forced me to crumble underneath its pressure. I attempted to take my own life, and I awoke after my failed attempt but hooked up to machines and on life support.
Recovering from such a dark place has not been easy, but it has been worth it. During the time that I was rehabilitating myself, I felt it difficult to speak or sing as I gathered my strength. Medications took a toll on my body, and I decided to slowly get off medication as I got more stable. I have now been without bipolar medication for over 3 years which is one reason that I’m happy to join my mom on this blog. I can share with you how I’m able to cope with bipolar without medication, and I can share with you my experiences.
I’m happy to say that I’ve gained my voice and strength back and am living my dream of becoming a singer/songwriter. My 3 year old daughter reminds me every day of how important life is and how precious a moment is. She sings with me sometimes, and I am so glad to have survived my attempt at taking myself out of this world. Had I not survived, my beautiful daughter would not be here. She is my hope, my dream, my passion, my life. But as I said before, the journey to finding this happiness has not been easy, and I still struggle every day with bipolar disorder. I have learned how to cope and how to recognize what I’m going through. It’s easier said than done, but there is no better time than now to work on getting better.
My mom and I are here to offer hope, love, empathy and support. You are welcome here, you are loved, and you are not alone.
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