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Part 4 I was generating a hundred ideas every minute, talking very loudly, getting confused in my thoughts. My eyes were shining like I was crazy. This went on for several days, until I finally lost my adequacy. I approached people on the street and offered to visit the salon, I went to different offices and invited them to cooperate with us, I went to other beauty salons and invited them to take our name and become part of a network of beauty salons… At one point, I walked to the football field, took off my shoes and lay down in the very center... it seemed to me that this was how I was charged with the energy of the sun and the earth. Do I need to explain that I literally went crazy? Of course, this behavior did not go unnoticed. There were rumors in the team that I was using illegal substances, and the director, taking care of me, called my relatives and reported my strange behavior. My family tried in every way to lure me to their home, and when they succeeded, they locked me up. I didn't understand what was going on! For what? After all, my life has just started to get better, I have found a great job, I have a lot of ideas and I urgently need to do things, and I am locked in the house without explanation. I became hysterical, I cried and asked to be let out, I began to destroy everything in my path, hoping that the door would open. Then they tied me up and said they had called for help for me and I needed to calm down. A car arrived and I was taken to a CLINIC FOR ADDICTS. I was shocked when I realized this! Why, for what? After all, I lead a sober lifestyle! Why would my closest people treat me like this?? To be continued...

Published: January 7th 2024, 9:30:07 am

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Part 4 I was generating a hundred ideas every minute, talking very loudly, getting confused in my thoughts. My eyes were shining like I was crazy. This went on for several days, until I finally lost my adequacy. I approached people on the street and offered to visit the salon, I went to different offices and invited them to cooperate with us, I went to other beauty salons and invited them to take our name and become part of a network of beauty salons… At one point, I walked to the football field, took off my shoes and lay down in the very center... it seemed to me that this was how I was charged with the energy of the sun and the earth. Do I need to explain that I literally went crazy? Of course, this behavior did not go unnoticed. There were rumors in the team that I was using illegal substances, and the director, taking care of me, called my relatives and reported my strange behavior. My family tried in every way to lure me to their home, and when they succeeded, they locked me up. I didn't understand what was going on! For what? After all, my life has just started to get better, I have found a great job, I have a lot of ideas and I urgently need to do things, and I am locked in the house without explanation. I became hysterical, I cried and asked to be let out, I began to destroy everything in my path, hoping that the door would open. Then they tied me up and said they had called for help for me and I needed to calm down. A car arrived and I was taken to a CLINIC FOR ADDICTS. I was shocked when I realized this! Why, for what? After all, I lead a sober lifestyle! Why would my closest people treat me like this?? To be continued...

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Part 3 It was the most interesting interview in my life, it lasted almost 2 hours! We talked about life, about values, about interests, about work. I saw in this man a brilliant leader and a brilliant salesman. At the end of our conversation, there was only one thought in my head: "I want to work with this person at any cost, because I can learn a lot from him. No amount of money can buy such an experience." When I looked at my palms, there were no bumps on them. Oh, a miracle! It was as if my body had deliberately provoked such a symptom so that I would run away from that job to this one and make the right decision. It's crazy! It's a sign! I see the signs! A couple of days later, I was standing at the reception desk in this salon. To be honest, I'm not much of an administrator – I kept confusing payments, losing receipts, and signing people up for the wrong dates. But what I did well was energize people with the desire to visit this salon. Because I fell in love with this place. It seemed to me that if everyone in the city found out about him, then there would be no shortage of customers, and we could open another beauty salon, and then another, and then turn it into a network… It was as if I felt like an owner dreaming of scaling. These thoughts became more and more intrusive every day. I felt a surge of strength and energy, a powerful euphoria. I almost stopped sleeping and didn't feel hungry, worked hard and walked home across the city – I had so much energy. I didn't notice how my behavior was becoming inadequate. P.S. I remind you that these are real photos of that time :)

Part 5 I was asked a lot of questions that I didn't have the strength to answer, and then I was offered hospitalization. My family told me that if I refused, they would turn away from me. In tears and misunderstanding, I went to the ward, where my phone was taken away, they gave me a bunch of pills and took tests. By the way, the tests, as I said, were good, no prohibited substances were found. But they wouldn't let me out. A psychologist spoke to me and I stayed in this clinic for another 4 days. The euphoria was gone. I plunged into myself and began to remember the past week. I was scared to realize that I was behaving very strangely and inadequately. I just lay with my face in the pillow and didn't understand anything. What's wrong with me?! When I was discharged, I was forced to go to groups in the community of anonymous addicts. Why, because I didn't use illegal substances and my tests were absolutely clean? I was indignant in tears. But my family, after talking with the doctor, decided that they would not believe these tests. They threatened me – if I didn't go to groups, then everyone would know that I was in a clinic for addicts. I had no choice but to attend groups. When I tried to tell the people I met there that it was a mistake and that I was actually leading a sober lifestyle, they just reassured me that I had nothing to be ashamed of, and that at first everyone said so… Every day I cried into my pillow, it seemed to me that the whole world was against me, no one believed me, even the closest people. I began to look worse, I didn't even want to get up from the pastel. There was a deep depression. I didn't want to eat and couldn't sleep. To help myself fall asleep, I drank several glasses of wine. P.S.The next part will be the final one.

Part 5 I was asked a lot of questions that I didn't have the strength to answer, and then I was offered hospitalization. My family told me that if I refused, they would turn away from me. In tears and misunderstanding, I went to the ward, where my phone was taken away, they gave me a bunch of pills and took tests. By the way, the tests, as I said, were good, no prohibited substances were found. But they wouldn't let me out. A psychologist spoke to me and I stayed in this clinic for another 4 days. The euphoria was gone. I plunged into myself and began to remember the past week. I was scared to realize that I was behaving very strangely and inadequately. I just lay with my face in the pillow and didn't understand anything. What's wrong with me?! When I was discharged, I was forced to go to groups in the community of anonymous addicts. Why, because I didn't use illegal substances and my tests were absolutely clean? I was indignant in tears. But my family, after talking with the doctor, decided that they would not believe these tests. They threatened me – if I didn't go to groups, then everyone would know that I was in a clinic for addicts. I had no choice but to attend groups. When I tried to tell the people I met there that it was a mistake and that I was actually leading a sober lifestyle, they just reassured me that I had nothing to be ashamed of, and that at first everyone said so… Every day I cried into my pillow, it seemed to me that the whole world was against me, no one believed me, even the closest people. I began to look worse, I didn't even want to get up from the pastel. There was a deep depression. I didn't want to eat and couldn't sleep. To help myself fall asleep, I drank several glasses of wine. P.S.The next part will be the final one.

Part 4 The following morning I woke completely shook... did..

Part 4 The following morning I woke completely shook... did..

Part 6 - The final part After about a month of this kind of life, I realized that it was impossible to live like this. I started looking for a doctor on the Internet myself, because I knew for sure that something was wrong with me. I managed to find a good psychiatrist. After passing several psychological tests, he said, "I have every reason to believe that you have bipolar disorder." I told him about the adventure that had happened to me. The doctor explained to me that this was the manic stage of my disorder and that all I needed was to choose the right drugs. When I came home with a certificate and prescriptions for medicines, I was again overcome by hysteria. I cried because no one believed me, it seemed to me that I was betrayed. I cried because I found out that I have a mental disorder. I cried because I was afraid to be treated. I cried because I wasted a whole year of my life until I could figure out what was happening to me. I cried until I felt all the negativity come out of me. It was like I was zeroed out. The next morning, I bought the necessary medicines, informed my family about my diagnosis, shaming them for not believing me. I left the anonymous addicts group. I started treatment. The condition began to improve every day. My life has become normal and even more than normal. In August 2023, I stopped taking pills. The doctor said I don't need it anymore. Yes, sometimes I get depressed or euphoric, but at a very low level. It looks like a typical PMS for any girl. And the most important thing is that I am aware of my condition and no longer do stupid things. I've learned to live with it and enjoy every day. But the feeling of resentment still wakes up in me sometimes. After all, if at least someone had believed me then, I could have sorted myself out much earlier.

Part 6 - The final part After about a month of this kind of life, I realized that it was impossible to live like this. I started looking for a doctor on the Internet myself, because I knew for sure that something was wrong with me. I managed to find a good psychiatrist. After passing several psychological tests, he said, "I have every reason to believe that you have bipolar disorder." I told him about the adventure that had happened to me. The doctor explained to me that this was the manic stage of my disorder and that all I needed was to choose the right drugs. When I came home with a certificate and prescriptions for medicines, I was again overcome by hysteria. I cried because no one believed me, it seemed to me that I was betrayed. I cried because I found out that I have a mental disorder. I cried because I was afraid to be treated. I cried because I wasted a whole year of my life until I could figure out what was happening to me. I cried until I felt all the negativity come out of me. It was like I was zeroed out. The next morning, I bought the necessary medicines, informed my family about my diagnosis, shaming them for not believing me. I left the anonymous addicts group. I started treatment. The condition began to improve every day. My life has become normal and even more than normal. In August 2023, I stopped taking pills. The doctor said I don't need it anymore. Yes, sometimes I get depressed or euphoric, but at a very low level. It looks like a typical PMS for any girl. And the most important thing is that I am aware of my condition and no longer do stupid things. I've learned to live with it and enjoy every day. But the feeling of resentment still wakes up in me sometimes. After all, if at least someone had believed me then, I could have sorted myself out much earlier.