<p>My mum has bipolar disorder. Or so she says. My family is not really sure anymore whether it's legit or not -- she likely has Munchausen's, which sounds horrible of me to say but it's been proposed by numerous doctors. Whether it is real or not is moot, however, because it affects everybody, no matter how hard we try to hide it or pretend to smile solely for her benefit. She's been institutionalized five times over the past year and a few months.</p>
<p>Normally, I try to act happy so that my parents don't worry about me, but lately, it's been harder. I've missed three of the last five days of school, partially because I am "sick" but more because I exaggerate my illnesses when I am sad because I don't want to go; I don't honestly care about high school anymore, would rather curl up and sleep it off all day until graduation. The rational part of my mind says that I am simply starved for attention; not only has my mum been bipolar, but she also had cancer from my 6th to 9th grade years, and I haven't exactly had the happiest adolescence. It's selfish and horrible, but I'm pretty sure that I'm not quite the next Mother Theresa, no matter how hard I try to be selfless, to not complain and act more mature than your average teenager, to help out around here with a solid demeanour. But maybe that's just me having self-esteem in the negatives -- I don't know if I'm really as horrible of a person as I say, in actuality, but it certainly feels like it when I doubt my mother and my family because it "seems" illegitimate, like yet another excuse.</p>
<p>This sounds whingy and emo. The point I'm trying to make -- I am depressed. Severely. Probably to the honest-to-goodness chemical brain imbalance. I have been in the dumps from November to May for the past two years, and I had tried to avoid it again, and still am trying, but it's so hard nowadays. I am mostly certain that I have undiagnosed bipolar disorder (mood swings from euphoric to suicidal two or three times a day can not be normal), and I've dealt with depression in my own internalizing way since I was eleven, albeit rarely to this extent. I take all of the blame for myself, even when it's absurd to do so. Now I want help with everything, to get over myself and stop sulking and grow up and admit that I have a problem, but my parents never, ever make things work when I try to approach this sort of subject with them. If I want help, I have to do things entirely on my own. Even though I've made appointments with a therapist, my mother always finds some lame excuse not to take me (I'm tired, I don't want to go out right now, I didn't go to my last appointment, etc). (By the way, no license for me -- was too young to take Driver's Ed last year and the cars keep breaking down to the point where we can't keep fixing them, which means I can't learn to drive properly on my own.)</p>
<p>I really need help, and I don't know how I'm supposed to go about getting it. I'm an introvert. I am very bad at asking for assistance, especially when it's really necessary, and hate making threads like this unless I am mostly desperate. Any suggestions? I don't want to let this hinder my life anymore. I'm already in danger of failing two of my classes this quarter (gym and math, one of which I can make up and the other I am dropping after midterms), which would make the rest of my senior year really cruddy -- so I'm going to make up what I missed when I go back tomorrow and next week. I'm going to try my hardest after today to put my nose back to the grind and be the diligent scholar that I always have been. Until then, how can I know that I'm not alone, and how can I deal with this, whether on my own or with the therapist if my mum ever decides to get over herself/lets me use the car? I'm not going to approach my mum about her excuse-making, because that would only depress her; more than anything, I need a way to do this on my own.</p>
<p>I hope this doesn't sound as awful as it does in my head. I try to be a good person, I'm just not entirely certain that it always works.</p>