It takes a village...
I sought and had the support of many people right after getting out of the hospital. My psychiatrist remained my #1 ally in my fight against the after effects of my episode. Without her professional help I never could have built the foundation for my recovery. She guided me through medication changes, counseled me on how to proceed and educated me about bipolar disorder. I also had the guidance of a great therapist who heard me out. It is very traumatic to go through a prolonged hospitalization and she has helped me heal. I had a caseworker assigned to me by a group I was placed in who became my ally and friend. We worked together setting goals and moved forward to achieve them. It was a team effort!
I followed all the rules...
After the hospital I continued my care with trained professionals. I gave up fighting and doing things my way by following to the letter their recommendations. I only took steps that were directed by my medical support team. I took my medicine faithfully, on time only the right dose. I put my life in the hands of professionals and ignored the medical suggestions of anyone outside that circle. In a word I became compliant.
I accepted and sought the support of friends and family...
Sometimes it's hard to evaluate yourself in crisis mode. I gave up my right to do so by accepting the counsel of my inner circle. It wasn't always easy to listen to their evaluations of my recovery and I sometimes balked at their expectations of me. However they were the best barometer of my progress. For along time my recovery was slow and tedious. I had to build my life and psyche again bit by bit. They were there not only to love and support me but to set the bar high, not merely accepting that I get better but that I get well!
I cultivated courage and began to hope again...

I wish I could say that I have arrived at a state of complete recovery from my mental illness.
I haven't. It is a process and still needs to be worked on day by day. My progress has been slow. I still have had periods of depression and struggle with it's symptoms. No signs of mania but I wrestle with the fear that it might come around again. I have come a long way though and in retrospect appreciate that it took a lot of effort and support to do so. Everyone can fight a battle when they are sure of winning. It's a whole different matter when you are unsure of an outcome. I am still in the battle for my mind and I believe I am winning one victory at a time.
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