Having Bipolar, ADHD, and Depression can make you feel like you’re standing in the middle of a crowded room but completely invisible. This post dives into that raw, lonely in-between.

Round three of my ketamine treatments brought a higher dose, a Fear-and-Loathing level haze, and a longer stretch of relief from bipolar depression. The calm didn’t last forever, but it lasted long enough to give me hope.

By the time you’re labeled “treatment-resistant,” doctors say it like you’re a malfunctioning appliance. I’d tried the antidepressants, the mood stabilizers, the therapy worksheets, the lifestyle hacks. Nothing stuck. So there I was — sitting in a recliner snorting ketamine. Special K for the clinically exhausted.

A mental health diagnosis can feel like a punch to your self-esteem, but it doesn’t define your worth. Here’s how I learned to separate my identity from bipolar, ADHD, and depression — and the practical tools that help me move forward with grit, clarity, and compassion.