I’ve suffered from bipolar 1 my entire adult life.
That said, I’ve have had a good career. At the height of which (sometime in the Paleolithic era), I knew I had something seriously wrong, but I was damned if I was going to open my mouth. Not that I was afraid of my managers.
They were wonderful people and I admired them greatly. My greatest fear was that they might wrap me in cotton wool. Perhaps take me off the next big project. Do anything to help me avoid the stress that was slowly killing me.
Which is fine until the CFO, who was also a good bloke but a CFO nevertheless, started asking questions like why does Westgate get paid so much for doing so little?
In a situation like that, something has to give – and I was damned if it was going to be me. So I shut my mouth for the sake of my salary and the life I had built upon it and soldiered on very, very sadly. I didn’t even speak to a doctor.
They were the dumbest decisions of my life. A few years ago, I opened my mouth. And I haven’t shut it since.
So here’s my advice: always seek professional medical help – immediately. And should you respect the people you work for, give them the benefit of the doubt and speak up. And if you don’t respect them, start looking for another job.