Because I live a secluded life in public mental health housing (fun), I often use the blocking feature on my phone when people call me too much to ensure I have privacy and peace and quiet. This often offends people, and they disappear from my life. It has happened three times so far.
Because my family are temperamental and strict, they have not liked this strategy of mine. So they have all disappeared from my life. They treat me as though I were a normal, healthy person and not mentally ill (which I am). It is hard for a man to admit his mentally ill, let alone to do something about it and take meds.
Anyway, I guess I'm on my own. I can go through the rest of my life like this. What I don't like is the music in my mind. That started up when I started olanzapine, and pretty much is there most of the time. I call the bluff of psychiatrists, mentioning this phenomenon, and they invariably have no idea what to do. Psychiatry is a bit of a pseudoscience, I think diagnosing is more of an art than a science. There is no "test" for bipolar.
But then again, some people do seem fit into that category. I guess what's why it's called the diagnostic and statistical manual.
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