I woke up one day in 2011 in a 50 feet by 50 feet room lying on a mattress on the floor. One week had elapsed since I was consciously aware of where I was. My phone had gone off and I had not shown up for work or called any of my family members in a week. The only sign of what could have happened in that week was an empty bottle of vodka right next to me. This is my first recollection of what a crippling depression could achieve when it runs riot. In that moment I realized I was completely alone.
You are here
.and then unexpectedly there's calm,
all I thought I knew about myself and the
World becomes the fleeting thoughts of
Man under siege from his own mind.
The storm has passed for now.
Every time someone suggests I read an article on having Bipolar, I discover that articles written or paraphrased by normal people always find a way to quip on how people with mental illness should adopt more normal activities in order to enjoy life. It is appalling that with all the available information and sensitization on mental health, the myths like mental health is a spiritual or worldview problem fixable with a religious tweak still thrive. There are many solutions to universal problems, but human beings are not as different as we would like to believe.
My name is Denis Muthuri from Kenya, Africa. I was diagnosed with unipolar depression at 18. By the time I was 23 my condition degenerated with all my symptoms pointing towards bipolar disorder 2. At the time of my diagnosis I was self-medicating with alcohol binges leading to hysterical outbursts that required me to be institutionalized.