I might tell my in-laws about my mental illness.
I’m ready to come clean, live freely, advocate, and education. Here is a letter to my in-laws.
I need to talk to you guys about something. I contemplated telling you in person. But I would want some space to process my feelings before responding, if I were in your shoes. What I’m about to say might not be entirely surprising.
I started getting treatment for my bipolar disorder again this year.
Luke and I have spent a long time pretending that I’m well. We told ourselves that it was just sugar and stress that caused my episodes. The reality is that the symptoms never went away, we just turned a blind eye to them.
I started therapy in February and, at my therapists encouragement, started medication again in March. It hasn’t been easy, and I’m not fully stable, but we’re making progress and I have a great care team. We’re looking forward to me feeling like myself again.
I understand that this can feel big. But Luke and I don’t like keeping this to ourselves. It’s important to us that we let you guys into this part of our lives.
Take your time, don’t worry about responding right away. I’m also sending a link that will give you some basic information. Luke and I are very willing to answer any questions you have.
Love you guys
I’m scared. I don’t know if I’ll do it. But if I do, I’m probably going to pull off the band-aid and tell everyone. I’ll probably lose a few friends. But I also think I’ll gain some support along the way.
How open are you about your mental illness?