One Memory Always Turns into More

Dedication: My Younger Self, thank you for fighting and protecting me. You did your best and we are here now

Trigger warning: Before reading this post, please be aware that it references childhood sexual abuse.

I am 29 years old. I was diagnosed with bipolar when I was 23. I was just starting my career and had managed to complete a bachelor’s degree and graduate degree without any problems. I was (still am thank god) in a long term relationship with my now husband. And then I finally said it. I had been sexually abused by my cousin throughout my childhood. My life turned upside down. Now my bipolar is the worst it has ever been and I am sitting on my couch at 9pm having flash backs of the events. I keep remembering new things, like I’m reliving it all over again right now. I have so much to loose now, I can’t break down.