AJ Lee wyjawiła swój sekret!!!!!!!!

Prawdopodobnie największy sekret Byłej Divy WWE AJ Brooks (AJ Lee) ujawniony!
Ujawniła go sama AJ, na swojej stronie internetowej ajmendezbrooks.com/post/silence-interrupted
Tą chorobą jest Bipolar Disorder, po polsku zwane jako
Zaburzenie Dwubiegunowe.
Aj wyjawiła także w jakim okresie cierpiała na tę chorobę

AJ wyjawiła iż cierpiała na to w dzieciństwie, nie ujawniając dokładnej informacji w jakim przedziale wiekowym.
The National Institute of Mental Health donosi iż tylko w samych Stanach Zjednoczonych na tę chorobę cierpi około 5.7 miliona dorosłych mieszkańców USA.
Na całym świecie liczba ta sięga 350 milionów, a w samej Polsce jest to około 8 milionów ludzi (gdyby doliczyć młodzież i dzieci, liczba ta mogłaby sięgać nawet 12-13 milionów)
Niektóre przypadki tej choroby kończą się samobójstwami, gdyż, cytując Wikipedię:

Zaburzenia afektywne dwubiegunowe, choroba afektywna dwubiegunowa, psychoza maniakalno-depresyjna, ChAD – grupa nawracających zaburzeń psychicznych, w przebiegu których występują zespoły depresyjne i maniakalne lub hipomaniakalne, rozdzielone (lub nie) okresami bez objawów. Rozpoznanie zaburzenia afektywnego dwubiegunowego może być postawione wtedy, gdy u osoby wystąpią przynajmniej dwa epizody afektywne: depresji, hipomanii, manii lub mieszane, i przynajmniej jeden z tych epizodów nie był epizodem depresji. Jeśli wystąpi powtórnie epizod depresji bez wystąpienia manii, hipomanii bądź epizodu mieszanego, rozpoznaje się zaburzenie afektywne jednobiegunowe (zaburzenie depresyjne nawracające). W zależności od przyjętych kryteriów rozpoznania, rozpowszechnienie zaburzeń afektywnych dwubiegunowych wynosi 0,4–1,5% populacji. Początek przypada zwykle na trzecią dekadę życia, choroba dotyka równie często mężczyzn i kobiety. Leczeniem z wyboru jest farmakoterapia z zastosowaniem leków normotymicznych (stabilizujących nastrój).


Pełny wpis AJ Brooks znajdziecie poniżej:

I always believed crazy was a bad word. Politically incorrect. Insensitive. Offensive. Taboo. As a child I once flippantly used it to describe my family’s battle with mental illness, and was met with scandalized stares. How could I be so casual about something so serious? What kind of wicked girl could joke about something so tragic? So I removed the word from my vocabulary. I trained myself to fear it, to be ashamed of it. Society told me mental illness was a burden to be carried solemnly and, more important, quietly. In silence, family members tried and failed to tighten their ever-loosening screws. And in silence I stood by as the illness ravenously consumed the person I loved the most. Being quiet got us nowhere. Ignoring the problem only helped to fan its flames. And just when I began to understand what this illness was truly capable of, it came for me. I was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder when I was barely out of my teens. Like our olive skin tone and caterpillar eyebrows, I guess it just runs in the family. By definition, it is a mental disorder characterized by alternating periods of mania and depression. In less scientific terms, it is a real asshole. The disorder strips a person of control. Those affected experience unexpected and unwarranted highs that can increase adrenaline, paranoia, and recklessness, and lows that induce panic attacks, relentless sobbing, and overwhelming lethargy. A person’s heart, mind, and actions either become amplified to a dangerous degree or unrecognizably distorted. When I was diagnosed I believed my illness would be my great, lifelong weakness. Bipolar Disorder was to be my impenetrable prison, and I would be locked up with it in a castle Princess Toadstool style. Thinking there was no way out, I let it consume me. After witnessing how powerfully it had ravished those I loved, I had assumed that was my only choice. To give in. To give up. I used it as a patsy for embarrassingly bad behavior and dangerous decision-making. I let it take everything until I had almost nothing left to give. I let it be my fatal flaw. But the interesting thing about “flaws” is that they truly are in the eye of the beholder. Weakness can turn into strength with just a simple shift of perspective. You get to choose. One day I made the choice to stop throwing myself a pity party. I chose to stand up and fight. I would embrace what society taught me to shun. What was once my shameful secret was going to become my secret weapon. When I harnessed its seemingly uncontrollable might, I realized Bipolar disorder’s powers could be used for good. My diagnosis didn’t have to be an affliction. It could simply be the gift of extraordinary emotions. When a loved one hurt, I could feel their pain with every inch of my skin through my super human ability of empathy. When I witnessed injustice, my anger was transformed into righteous indignation, and nothing could stop me from raising my voice. My passion-fueled soul convinced me to jump into life headfirst, without overthinking. When I was scared, my super-sized heart reminded me I could be invincible. When I doubted myself, my overachieving mind made me believe I was capable of flying. And when I desired something, there was not a person on earth who could hold me back. I could walk through fire if it meant making my dreams come true. That is the gift being bipolar gave me. It blessed me with a lofty imagination, an iron will, and an unbreakable belief in the impossible. I used my gift to take myself from being homeless to being an athlete and entertainer on international television. I became a woman with a mission. But what good is a secret weapon if it only serves me? Now it is time to reveal my secret identity. I am Bipolar and I am proud. And that is why I wanted to write a book. To shine a light on mental illness, to be vulnerable about the days I let it take control and paid dearly for it, and to tell anyone fighting a similar battle: You are not alone. You are not broken. Putting my past on the pages of Crazy is My Superpower was beyond terrifying. But I promised myself I would break the tradition of silence. No mission has ever felt this personal. This book is my raw, uncomfortable truth. Each word, my blood and bone. I am so grateful to be able to tell my story. I hope to be a resource for those fighting similar battles against mental illness. Even if your battle is a different one, my message to you is the same: Embrace your crazy, your imperfection, your weakness--whatever it may be--because it is the most special thing about you. I have been labeled a lot of things in life; Nerdy, loud, short, stubborn, impulsive, freak, crazy- everything I was told should be my greatest insecurities, weaknesses, my biggest roadblocks- turned out to be my greatest strengths. I didn’t become successful in spite of them, I became successful because of them. I am no longer afraid to be called crazy. Crazy is my superpower. What will yours be?

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