Using My Voice to End The Stigma

Finding Your Purpose

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I’ve always been extremely hard on myself. I think those of us who struggle with depression almost always are. I know that I have a tendency to compare myself to others who don’t have to deal with mental illness. Are they more successful than I am? Do they have a better house? A great job? I’m realistic enough to know that everyone has burdens to carry. Yet it’s hard for me to be optimistic about my life when I can barely get out of bed while my friends are leading fabulous lives.

I’ve worked very hard over the last few years to come to the realization that I am not a failure. The thought creeps into my brain often, but I’m constantly battling it. Suffering through more than 20 years of bipolar disorder and a suicide attempt doesn’t really improve my feelings about myself. It’s extremely difficult to turn those thoughts around and tell yourself other people wouldn’t have survived what you’ve been through. 

voiceI’ve often struggled with finding my true purpose, finding my voice. It wasn’t until I truly hit rock bottom that I started to become more self-aware. In June 2013, I succumbed to the symptoms of my illness. I firmly believed that I was not capable of doing anything worthwhile in this lifetime. I decided that my family and friends would be better off without me around, and I attempted suicide. I will never forget the look on my husband’s face while they worked on me in the ER.  Even thinking of it now gets me extremely emotional. I’m incredibly lucky that I wasn’t successful that day. It has allowed me to put my life into the proper perspective.

With a great deal of time to reflect, I came to the realization that I had a voice. With that voice, I was going to try to change the way people perceive mental illness. I would begin a journey of trying to end the stigma.

voiceIt started with my blog. Once I made it public, it became an important platform. I had no idea that I could reach so many with my words. I was thrilled to learn that there were people out there who felt I was helping them! I started to consider the possibility of my blog becoming a book. I taught myself some of the ins and outs of social media. The mental health community on Twitter has also been extremely supportive. Every day, more people would come forward to tell me that my voice resonated with them. I was starting to see the future. I was put here on this Earth to be an advocate for the mentally ill.

I won’t lie, there have been days when I lost my path. If someone reacted negatively to me or my story, it hit me hard. I recently received a nasty, threatening email claiming that I was a liar and that I would never help anyone. I was called a selfish narcissist.  Never if my wildest dreams did I think my words would be turned against me like that. I’m certainly not sharing my story to look good! I feel it’s quite the contrary. But being on the receiving end of something like that hit me hard; the effects lasted days.

voiceI truly think having bipolar disorder is a big part of that. We all feel things much deeper. It’s especially hard when the story you’re telling is about your life, and someone says terrible things about it. It feels like a personal attack. But nothing worth doing is easy, so I stayed the course.

It is comforting to know that most of my critics have more than likely never had to fight a battle inside their own head every single day. I’m exhausted from that fight, but I’m moving forward. Finding my purpose in life took a lot longer than I would have expected, but I try not to live in the past.

Am I still hard on myself? Do I still compare myself to others? At times. I think I probably always will. Low self-esteem is certainly a symptom of bipolar disorder.

It’s something that I deal with every time I look in the mirror…every time I write.

Is it good enough? Am I good enough? One of the hardest lessons I’ve ever had to learn is about being enough. I am enough has become my mantra.

I’m thankful to have finally found my voice and I’m using it to effect change. We have a lot of work to do, but I firmly believe we can accomplish our goals of putting an end to the stigma surrounding mental illness. I will keep talking. I will keep telling my story. If I help even a handful of people, it will have been worth it.

About Rebecca Lombardo
rebeccaRebecca is 43 years old and has been happily married for nearly 15 years. She enjoys reading, writing, music, watching movies and sports. She lives in Michigan with her husband and their cats. At age 19, Rebecca was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. She’s struggled with mental illness in many forms for more than 20 years. She’s a published author, bipolar blogger, and a mental health advocate. In addition, Rebecca is soon to be a contributor for The Huffington Post.
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2 Comments on Using My Voice to End The Stigma

  1. You truly are very brave! Keep up the incredible work. You are really helping so many people by just putting yourself out there and letting others know they aren’t alone in their struggle.

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