The reason I write this blog anonymously is that it allows me to be honest about my own mental health.
It’s not that I’m embarrassed about bipolar disorder. It’s that, as Coca Cola states in their social media policy: the internet is permanent.
That means that we don’t have the luxury of incinerating the proverbial diary after it’s written.
And so we bare our souls and write what is in our hearts, but our truth in this moment may not be our truth tomorrow. Which is why honesty is a dangerous endeavor on the internet. We like to judge and define people by what comes up in a Google search.
And I’m not yet ready to reveal my mental illness to the world.
But I have to mention one thing that may seem ridiculous to you: both of these women have husbands.
Why does this matter?
Because I don’t have a husband. I long to find my life partner. The last thing I need is to have a guy go home after a date to Google stalk me, then read all I’ve written here.
My future partner will have to accept this blog, my bipolar disorder, all me. I just don’t want it to be one of the first things he learns.
And if that’s a little dishonest, so be it.