"Life Interrupted" Video Essay About Living with Complex Trauma, Bipolar Disorder, and Dissociation

"Life Interrupted" Video Essay About Living with Complex Trauma, Bipolar Disorder, and Dissociation of Reality

Hello, wonderful people. Welcome.

This video essay delves into some of the most profound and painful realities of my life—realities I'd rather keep hidden from the world.

But denying these struggles only intensifies the suffering.

So, instead of hiding, I'm choosing to confront them here.

This is my story of living with complex trauma, bipolar disorder, and the unsettling experience of dissociating from reality on a regular basis.
Let's begin.

Chapter 1: The Echo of Loneliness
There are thoughts that burn within me, demanding to be spoken, even if my voice shakes, even if I feel like I'm shouting into an empty void. I need to get these words out.

I am unwell—physically, mentally, and emotionally. I often feel like I'm unraveling, moving through each day with a quiet yet unshakable belief that I don't truly matter to anyone.

These aren't random feelings; they stem from lived experience. People may say they care, but when I'm in real need, when I reach out for help, I often find myself profoundly alone.

Since my divorce over three years ago, life has been a slow, painful process of learning how to live by myself. The first year nearly crushed me; I was drowning in loneliness, trying to piece together the fragments of my life.

The second year was, in some ways, even harder, as I became consumed by the reality of my disability—a condition that feels like a ticking time bomb.

Now, more than three years on my own, I've reached a fragile acceptance of my reality. I've had time to process what has happened, and I can finally speak with some clarity about my mind and its struggles.

That's what I hope to share with you today.