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For as long as I can remember, I would have these periods of complete sadness. I would hear my friends and family say, “Everyone has a bad day,” “Why don’t you go outside. You will feel so much better,” or my personal favorite, “Stop sulking and get over it!” The “get over it” wasn’t yelled at me, but it might as well have been.

“Elizabeth is being overdramatic. Get over it!”

“Why are you still in bed? You’re having a bad day? Get over it!”

I could go on and on with the different examples of how people perceived my “bad days.” I know some meant well, or others may have thought I was seeking attention, but that’s just been one of the painful realities I’ve dealt with since being diagnosed with bipolar II disorder.

I always put on the “Pollyanna Sunshine” face when the depression would consume me, because I didn’t want to hear “Get over it.” However, something changed my thinking. Last year, April 2015, I admitted myself after what would have been my third attempt. While there, I was surrounded by other people who were dealing with issues similar to mine.

During my first night in the behavioral health unit, I cried for two hours in my dark room. One of the nurses came in to check on me. When I couldn’t really put into words how I was feeling, she didn’t say “Get over it” — she sat there and listened to everything that poured out of me without any judgment. My time there showed me I didn’t have to put on the “Pollyanna Sunshine” routine — I could actually feel, ask for help and stand up for myself.

This came in handy after starting a new job with co-workers from one of my previous positions. They knew I had bipolar disorder, but they didn’t understand the manic and depressive episodes I would go through.

One particular week after a month of dealing with a depressive episode, I sent an email to one of my co-workers, who was the manager of the help desk I worked at. I told her I’d had a bad weekend and wouldn’t be able to make it in. Now, you might think that, knowing about my disorder, they would be sympathetic towards me. That didn’t happen initially.

I received the dreaded response pretty much saying, “Everyone has a bad day, and you shouldn’t use that as an excuse not to come to work.” To me, it was pretty much the long way of saying “Get over it.” At that point, I did something I had never done. I pushed back regarding their response.

I went into detail about my reality. I explained that when I am having a “bad day,” it could be something I have been dealing with for weeks, and then I finally couldn’t function. That the thought of even having to get out of bed to brush my teeth, take a shower, or fix myself something to eat causes me physical and emotional pain. That it feels like I’ve been “hit by a bus” and am in a constant state of mind fog. That it was something I couldn’t “just get over.”

I was ready for the “being overdramatic” response, but instead I got a response that pretty much brought me to tears. They stated they never knew that’s what I went through when having “a bad day.” That they always felt people who said they were “depressed” were being “dramatic.” They actually apologized and told me to take the time I needed to get better.

Now, I know it was only one person who I helped understand what I and others with a mental illness may go through. However, I had changed one person’s perspective, and I know they would now think before telling someone to “Get over it.”

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Money management hasn’t always been my strong suit. In fact, I have spent a scary amount of money on the most frivolous thing. At one time my habit was spending countless amounts of money on iTunes for every song I thought I ever wanted. It has transitioned to one thing after another over the years, but I never really understood why I couldn’t kick the habit like all the other adults in my life could. I felt immature and careless. I wanted to be better about my money but couldn’t ever seem to find a way.

Fast forward to my early 20s and I received my first diagnosis of bipolar disorder, to which I was promptly placed in a medication study at Vanderbilt University, but that’s a story for another day. Part of my starting therapy was discussion and exploration. Through a lot of talk and debate over what I thought was wrong, my therapist was finally able to help me see that the core of my spending habits were part of my manic episodes.

When I got really manic and felt all the feelings associated with one of those episodes, I felt invincible and like I could make no wrong decision. I always found a way to justify, in my mind, that the money I was spending was going to help me in some way or another. I got good at convincing myself that if I bought that album it would somehow save me money down the line and I wouldn’t want another album for a while. If I bought that pair of jeans from that ridiculously expensive boutique in Green Hills I would never need another pair of jeans again. The list goes on and on.

The holidays can be one of the most difficult times when you have spending issues associated with your bipolar disorder — the feeling of invincibility coupled with advertisements telling you that you need absolutely all of the things at super low costs and need to also buy everything else for all your family members for the holidays. It’s like a purposeful setup for failure this time of year.

The most sobering part of my continued work in therapy is that I was so good at convincing myself I could spend money endlessly and not have any consequences, but I couldn’t convince myself of the safe and healthy alternative: to not spend. I have gotten myself into some major trouble with money over the years and sometimes still do if I’m not paying attention. But through therapy, I have learned better ways to see the precursors to my manic episodes and can attempt to adjust accordingly.

I have set up accounts that I don’t have access to in the most basic circumstances like shopping. I have a partner who I try and let know every time I feel like my episode is about to change and who tries to help manage my money. I have also done away with bank account debit cards that allow me to spend more than I actually have (no overdrafts by extension of money). Look at all the little things you can do when you are in between your episodes. One of the worst things I did was try and plan during a depressive state. My credit is still reeling from the ridiculous amounts of debt I have stacked up in my manic phases, but slowly I am getting back on track with better awareness of my changing states.

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So, yeah, I have bipolar disorder. To be exact, I have bipolar 2, which means I am on the depression side of the mood pendulum more often than the hypomanic side. I don’t get manic.

This can mean buying gifts for me, especially for Christmas, can be a real bear. It’s no fun. I’m sorry to the people who feel the need to. In fact, I often tell them not to because when the impulse strikes, I’ll just get what I want when I want.

Now, buying presents for me is difficult because, well, I’m all over the place. The act of going to someone’s house and the expectations of Christmas weigh on me tremendously. I feel the need to please people and make them happy, even when I’m miserable.

I try to do this when people get me presents. I act like I love them even when I do not. Even if I do love them, the gifts are often associated with the anxiety, pressure and subsequent depression I feel when in the throes of Christmas. Thus, when you buy me that shirt, put it in a box and give it to me, know all the emotions I am struggling with just to maintain throughout the day are there, and I’ll probably never wear that shirt again.

But you want to get me a gift that speaks to our relationship and the fact that you “know” me. Let me give you some tips on picking out that gift.

1. Show you know me and care about me.

Too often people’s gifts are a reflection of them instead of the one the gift is being given to. I do not give all my friends “Grateful Dead” CDs, and I do not expect to get “Journey” from you. (Just so anyone knows, a gift of anything related to “Journey” is a declaration that our friendship is over.)

2. Understand where I go and do not go.

Having bipolar disorder means I have a host of triggers. I avoid places, and I avoid them like the plague because they trigger emotions or anxiety. They do not give me the “feels.” So, buying me gift cards to places where they throw food at you is not my idea of a gift. It’s an exercise in hand-eye coordination. If I wanted to do that, then I’d play baseball with my son.

3. Keep me in mind when you buy a gift for my child or spouse.

This goes along with the previous point. If you buy my children $300 worth of gift cards to Chuck E. Cheese, I most likely will not be able to take them there. It stresses me out and causes all sorts of thoughts to go through my head that end up with me hurt.

4. Understand what helps me.

Managing my bipolar is often a 24-hour job. Little mess ups here and there can lead to big consequences later. When you’re thinking about a gift for me, think about getting me things that are helpful or can be helpful to me in managing my illness. Find out what I do to keep my illness under control and be thoughtful enough to contribute there.

5. Take my gift I give to you.

One of the biggest things for me is that I do not give gifts just to give them. They mean something. I take a lot of time, effort and thought to pick out gifts, and they reflect my understanding of who you are. To reject them or to be ambivalent about them is a rejection of me and how well I know you. It hurts my feelings.

6. Take the pressure out of the holidays.

This is perhaps the greatest gift you can give me for Christmas. I do not mean to sound preachy, but the holidays have never been about presents or about the pressure for the perfect meal. The more pressure you put on it, the more I cannot handle it. You exclude me off the bat because it’s too much for me. I can’t be part of it because it makes me feel depressed, terrible and awful. The greatest gift is to simply be simple and give up the pretense.

Those are the starting guidelines for buying gifts for me, the person with bipolar disorder. The people in my life find me somewhat impossible to buy for. Reading this list, I get their predicament. Yet, know if you buy a gift with these in mind, then maybe the person with bipolar disorder in your life will get a better gift and will be a little happier. At least, if my family is reading this, I will.

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I was asked to come in for an unscheduled or emergency session. The walk to the doc’s office took 10 extra minutes thanks to the drowsiness of my Seroquel increase. I sat across from him as always and began to explain to him the symptoms I have been experiencing. The doc explains that my psychosis is mainly in the form of hallucinations. He asks me if I have distorted thoughts or ideas, if I have been having delusions of grandeur or if I feel that people are talking about me behind my back. There are those moments when I’m paranoid others are talking about me or discussing my weight, but most of what has been happening has been hallucinations.

The doc sits and watches me for a moment and says, “You seem quite well to me.” I ask him what he means. “Most people with your symptoms are very obviously ill, but not you. You have a very good hold of your bipolar disorder, don’t you? I wouldn’t have picked you to have any of these symptoms unless you told me,” he says.

I think about it for a moment and start to think, “Does he not believe me?!” I explain to him how I don’t feel I have the capacity to let go completely: I have a job, a husband, a life. I need to keep it together. I tell the doc how I’ve learned over the years to present myself well to avoid people noticing there’s anything wrong. This has proven to be very important for my work life.

The doc tells me I don’t need to go to the hospital as yet, but he points out that if I were to go to the emergency department of a public hospital, they would most likely not take me in based on the fact that I look like I’m perfectly in control. I would have to get the nurses to call him so he can explain how unwell I am. It would be best for me to go into a private psychiatric hospital. “It would be much easier if you were in hospital though, because then we can increase your dose enough to get you better,” he says. We have to go slow with the increase of Seroquel and lithium because I’m still working. I need to still be able to work.

I have what some might call “high-functioning bipolar disorder.” It does not mean I don’t struggle. It does not mean my bipolar disorder doesn’t affect my life, and it certainly doesn’t mean my bipolar disorder is not serious. I’m only really high-functioning during the day, to get me through work. I put on a facade. Even when I am manic or hypomanic, I have to pretend I can focus and get work done. I am always acting “normal” and in control. It is incredibly tiring and taxing on me. I don’t like to go out anymore; I don’t like parties. Socializing takes a lot out of me, because I need to seem like I am OK. If I stop acting, if I let go even just a little bit, then I will fall down the rabbit hole so fast I won’t be able to get out.

It’s not always easy being high-functioning. Sometimes I get overlooked because I am not visibly struggling. Sometimes I feel like people don’t take my disorder as seriously. I act like I am OK to keep going. Acting like I am OK keeps my rational side active. My rational side keeps me in touch with reality and away from a world of hallucinations and delusions.

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You are coasting along a straight path, then you struggle to get up that hill. The pain is almost a high. In a moment you have no energy, another too much. You feel like you are about to break, but you don’t stop, you know you have to keep running…

There are nights that turn into dawn in what seems like an instant. From reorganizing my closet to writing in my journal for hours, there are moments your mind is running so fast it is almost painful. You close your eyes, but your eyelids jolt, begging you to open.

So what do I do… 

Learning to harness my thoughts hours before sleep and avoiding stimulation. It works. It fails. A few solid nights of sleep is better than none.

Never content.

If God had bipolar, He would not have created the Earth in seven days. He would still be in the creative process. The day I graduated from the college, all I could think was “You can do better! You have to do more, Hannah!” Nothing is ever good enough, and relaxing while patting yourself on the back is nearly impossible. Being content in my mind is one step from slipping off the balance beam.

So what do I do… 

I breathe more often, and I breathe deeper. I have added exercise of mind and body like yoga.

Emotions run deep.

I hear a song and feel the pain inside the singer’s voice. I smell a flower and can feel its growth. I am sensitive to other people’s pain and hurt, to the point it keeps me up for nights. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night crying so hard I cannot breathe. I laugh as hard as I cry, I hurt as hard as I love.

So what do I do… 

I turn my pain into art by writing, drawing and creating to express these emotions.  Exercise gives me a healthy release.

Treading Water.

Every day my eyes open, and I have to tell myself to do everything I can to keep my head above water. I am one slip from falling to the bottom on a daily basis. Some days are harder than others, but I refuse to drown.

So what do I do… 

I keep moving forward. I keep active. I do not talk about my “struggle” often. I volunteer to help others outside of myself.

The lows are beyond explanation.

You are screaming at the top of your lungs but no one can hear you. It is not a headache, it is a cloud in your head that makes it almost impossible to see. You have no energy to speak. You are empty. You are numb. The light at the end of the tunnel seems so far.

So what do I do… 

Again, I turn these moments into some form of art. I set a goal for myself every day, and hold myself to it. I remind myself that tomorrow is a brand new day.

a self-portrait of the author with the words: Broken Mirror

The picture above is a picture from my journal days before I was hospitalized in 2010.  I have never shared it with anyone until now. Sending love to all my mental health warriors. You are bold. You are brave. You are brilliant. 

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This piece was published as a collaboration with The Mental Illness Happy Hour.

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With the holidays comes the expectation of joy, which can be hard for people who live with mental illnesses like bipolar disorder. To find out what people living with bipolar disorder really want for the holidays, we asked people in our community to share what’s on their “secret” wish list this year.

Here’s what they had to say:

1. “To not feel like the black sheep. It’s hard when you want to be happy and participate, but the holidays tend to be more stressful than enjoyable.” — Lizzy H.

2. “A therapy dog. Studies have recently shown that given the effect of pets on those with mental illness they should not be seen as secondary sources of support, but primary. If I could have a dog that would offer comfort and love, take away a fraction of my loneliness and give me a sense of worth by caring for something, I feel like I could get my head out of the place where it always is. Or the most luxurious bedding so at least when I do need to retreat from life, I can have the most comfortable place to do it!” — Kaitlin C.

3. “To find a medication that works for me without either triggering my eating disorder with weight gain or completely wiping me out so I can’t function and get through the day. I just want to be able to stay in my safe middle ground without compromising my ability to live.” — Nate H.

4. “One day to feel ‘normal.’ No mood swings, no suicidal thoughts, no lashing out at friends and family…That’s all I want for Christmas.” — Wendy W.

5. “I want a moment of peace, away from the exhaustion.” — Diana J.

6. “To be able to have a break with racing thoughts and to break free from the roller coaster ride of the mood swings brought on by social gatherings. I want to be able to enjoy the time with my friends and family, not fight the war within to isolate myself.” — Tara N.

7. “Calm… I constantly create chaos where there should be joy. I haven’t been able to stop the volcano inside me for almost two weeks. The meds are barely taking off the edge. No one understands how hard it is to just function, let alone Christmas shop, bake cookies, attend holiday functions and not scream that it’s all just too much. I need quiet and calm within myself so that I can enjoy my family.” — Tanya D.

8. “To be able to relax and not hide because I have inner demons telling me ‘they would be better off without me.’ To feel comfortable in my body. To not cry myself to sleep every single night. To not look at my life and realize I’m wasting it away with this every single day… I miss spending time with my family and my friends…I just want peace of mind, and self peace. I want my life back.” — Marika K.

9. “Something I’d love is for people to genuinely understand and respect the boundaries I set for myself around alcohol and sleep because these are two of my most important factors in successfully keeping episodes at bay in conjunction with my medication.” — Stephie B.

10. “I would like to enjoy the time with my family rather than feel swallowed in chaos and ready to snap the chains and find the nearest exit. I would like to not feel like an outcast. I would like for people not to tip toe around me like I’m so fragile the slightest of words will break me. I would like to minimize the stress of smiling for the cameras. I would like to feel appreciated for my efforts for finding the strength to get dressed and go celebrate with loved ones.” — Kimberly T.

11. “To have a friend come over and help me with all of the chores and tasks that have piled up because of my recent depressive episode. To simply watch movies together, bake or even just sit in silence. To feel less physically and emotionally alone.” — Meghan G.

12. “Space from the family when I need it. If I’m getting overwhelmed, I need to get away. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you, I just don’t want to hurt you (emotionally or physically) and I’m afraid of what you’ll think of me.” — Renee M.

13. “For people to stop saying, ‘You don’t seem bipolar,’  or ‘Calm down.’ None of this is my choice. I didn’t choose to this like I choose my clothes in my morning. I want understanding on both good days and bad.” — Virgie B.

14. “To not have to hide in the bathroom, because my emotions feel inappropriate for the happy time. I want to live in the moment, not in fear.” — Jocy C.

15. “A time machine so I can go back in time and tell my psychiatrist the right med combo that actually works for me instead of wasting two years of my life teetering on the edge of everything.” — Carrie L.

16. “Because of the stigma and culture, I want my mom accept me as who I am, accept the fact I have mental illness, accept that I feel lost so many years. I believe Christmas is all about magic, if my mom just once asks me about my mental health.” — Han N.

17. “I want people to understand that if I have to cancel at the last minute, it’s not because I don’t want to see them, it’s because I’m sick and can’t go out. I don’t want to have to lie and say I’m throwing up, but saying the truth is an acceptable reason.” — Ren K.

18. “For people not to assume that me being cheery over the holidays is a sign I’m becoming manic.” — Brooke-Marie T.

19. “I’d like the people who say ‘let me know if I can help’ to check in on me. So many people say ‘I’m here for you,’ but I feel alone.” — Katie P.

20. “Better access to mental health resources, especially for the uninsured and those with no to low income.” — Clea B.

21. “Pictures of my kids and grandkids a reminder of why I keep going. Keep pushing forward. Those are my accomplishments.” — Lisa K.

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