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Woman With Bipolar Disorder Shares Video on Facebook After Experiencing a Psychotic Episode

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Sophie Eliza has always been open about living with mental illness, but to her, hearing about someone’s experience is different than witnessing it. To help her family and friends understand her illness, Sophie decided to share a video on Facebook of herself after what she called a “psychotic event.”

“The first photo is of the Sophie that everyone knows. Happy and smiley,” Sophie, who lives with bipolar disorder and anxiety, wrote in her Facebook post. “The next photo and video is of me is during a psychotic episode after I had calmed down a bit to where I could talk and I was seeing things other than visions of people screaming covered in blood.”

“The video is really about the realization of what had been happening to me,” Sophie told The Mighty. “But amongst the self-hate and despair and continued fight to stop the visions, I realized very few people had ever seen me in that state. I realized I could count all the people one one hand who had ever seen me ill.”

Another part of her decision to share, she said, was based other Facebook posts she’d seen where people claim to be “a little bipolar” or “OCD about something.” “It makes light of a very serious thing, and I doubt the people who wrote them, or shared them, have any idea what those things look like,” she said.

In the week since posting her video, Sophie’s post has been shared more than 33,000 times. Most of the feedback, she said, has been overwhelmingly positive, including hundreds of messages she’s received from old friends to strangers thanking her for sharing her experience as well as sharing their own.

There has also been negative feedback, including the loss of her part-time job working with kids, but Sophie said that hasn’t deterred her. “Comparatively I’ve had job offers from people saying I’m exactly the kind of person they want their kids to meet.”

Adding to her original post, Sophie has included several edits, and a blog post, to address some of the comments and feedback she’s received. Mainly, she wants others to know that it is OK to have a mental illness. “The point is I’m ill, but that’s OK, and if you are, then that’s OK too,” she writes. “You’re not alone, we just need help from doctors, just like any other unwell person. We are shaped by our experiences, take courage from the fact that you are still here and you’re still okay even though you battle your own brain every day.”

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How I Found Purpose in Life After My Bipolar Diagnosis

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Finding purpose in a life with bipolar disorder and various other mental illnesses is not easy. I had no aim in life. I was born, I grew up under the shelter of my parents and then suddenly I was pushed into the real world when my mother passed away.

I gave up my college life. I gave up on my jobs. I gave up on everything that should have given my life a purpose. This was the starting point of my downfall. I didn’t even know I had a mental illness. I tried to die by suicide and that’s when the first psychiatrist saw me and diagnosed me with depression.

But it wasn’t until later when I found out about my bipolar disorder. And life became as harder as it became easier. Easier because now I knew what has happened to me. Harder because it didn’t make me find my purpose in life.

I remember the time when I said and I actually believed I couldn’t write. I had zero confidence in myself. Today writing is all I do. I never thought I would actually find a reason to keep living. I wanted to die every moment of every single day. And now I’m still here. There must be a reason why.

I honestly don’t know why or how I wrote my first story. When I first wrote a story on Facebook, I didn’t think I would get any positive feedback from people. I was rather afraid, tense and anxious. But then I started getting messages from people I didn’t even know, asking me how to find a doctor and asking me how to get to know their own illness. I was surprised and shocked by the response.

Now I know this was the point where I found my purpose. I knew I wanted to help people struggling in silence like I did for so many years. I knew I wanted an opportunity to give back the help I got myself. I started writing about my own experiences. But it wasn’t enough.

I saw everywhere the stigma attached to mental illness. I saw people like us are not accepted as we should be. I saw people afraid to come out and say what they’re going through. I saw people in suits and dresses sitting in my psychiatrist’s office but I didn’t know where they were going after that. There must be a reason for all this secrecy and there must be a way to deal with it.

This was my life’s purpose. I knew in my heart I needed to put my foot down and do something to eradicate the stigma attached to mental illness in our society. I started Hope is Good India because of this. I want to make a difference by giving back what I have received.

This secrecy about mental illness is why we’re losing the bigger battle to these illnesses. It’s the reason why nobody comes out to talk about it. Well, it’s time to change this view. It’s time for a brand new beginning.

If you or someone you know needs help, visit our suicide prevention resources page.

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What It's Like to Experience 'Spring Mania'

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It’s only mid-February. Winter is here in almost full force in my area, but I’m already looking ahead to spring. Not so much in a good way though; it’s more a feeling of dread. Mania hits me every single spring, no matter what I do. I take vitamins, I eat healthfully, I take my psychiatric meds. But mania still hits me every spring. Most things make it worse, so much worse.

One doctor finally explained that my circadian rhythm just doesn’t adapt well to the extra hours in the day. Well, great. I feel like the only person on Earth allergic to sunlight in this way. OK, I know that’s not true at all, but when I’m feeling sorry for myself or hating my bipolar disorder, it seems to be so.

It’s happened each spring since I was a teenager. As soon as the time moves forward an hour and I’m exposed to more sun, I have a pretty major episode. I’ve even started to notice physical changes during those times. My skin glows, my eyes and hair are extra shiny, it’s unbelievable. Sometimes my eyes actually turn more hazel than dark brown during “spring mania.” I remember having a kind of “glow” when I was pregnant. This is like that glow, but it’s that much more pronounced.

A good friend of mine commented on my change in appearance during an episode once. She said she couldn’t put her finger on it but that I looked noticeably different. Possibly younger, even. She asked what had caused me to radiate like that. She was suspicious, I sensed. She didn’t ask any more questions and we just let the uncomfortable silence hang in the air until I left. It normally would have been embarrassing but since I was in the throes of mania, I took it as a complete compliment. I thought everything was simply wonderful and I was happy everybody else thought so, too.

One time in college during one such episode, I was racing to a job interview, and I do mean racing! I was going so fast I sped past a cop while blowing through a yellow light that turned red. Of course I got pulled over. I remember the officer was so annoyed that I was in such a “good mood.” He kept trying to bait me into an argument about why I was going so fast, and he insisted on repeating that he should give me a ticket. I just kept saying, “OK” to whatever he said and smiling. Finally he threw my license back at me and stormed off. To this day I don’t know if he understood what was happening or not, but at least I didn’t get a ticket.

I’ve recently begun to read articles about spring mania. I’m glad that others know what this is like, though I hate that we all go through it. Nothing good comes from my springtime mania, and I almost always end up in the hospital. The last major episode I had was when I went to Los Angeles one April to visit a relative. That was a mistake. Not the trip, mind you, but the timing. I should have paid more attention to my symptoms. By the time I got on the plane to LA, I was already fully manic. I know that now. When I got home, I’d stopped sleeping and eating. I had the cravings I only get during mania. And my mood was off the charts. Needless to say, I had to become an inpatient. I’ve since learned that changing time zones during travel can cause a manic episode. Good to know!

I keep looking outside and seeing the gloom winter brings with it as an unwelcome plus-one. I know that we have a ways to go until the time changes and spring comes blossoming in, but I’m still preemptively nervous. I hope this time things go well and I am thinking positively, but I’m also prepared for what usually occurs. I don’t want to say it’s inevitable, but that’s how I feel sometimes. Here’s hoping the upcoming season only brings showers and flowers for me and all those who experience spring mania.

Here are some tips for staying well in the spring with bipolar disorder:

1. Make sure to get plenty of sleep, regardless if your body wants it or not.

2. Eat a well-balanced diet. Food definitely plays a role in how our episodes play out.

3. If you take medication, take your meds exactly as prescribed and be sure not to skip any doses.

4. Monitor any symptoms that may occur as soon as you notice them, then check in with your healthcare provider.

5. If all else fails, and you end up getting sick, please be kind to yourself. Get the appropriate help needed for the situation and don’t get frustrated with any setbacks.

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From Your Friend Who 'Does' Friendship Differently

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I am not a “good friend.”

I probably won’t call you much because I don’t hear well on the phone and my mind does not process verbal communication well unless I can see you. I can text, but I get overwhelmed easily if I get multiple texts or distractions. I don’t keep up with email very well either — again because I get overwhelmed with information so quickly.

I probably won’t visit you either. At night when most of you are available I get confused easily and I don’t see well in the dark. On weekends when most people are off work, I don’t like to go out because I get overwhelmed by crowds. You are welcome to come visit me, but you must know that I get tired quickly and may have to go take a nap or sit in another room. Fact is, being around people drains me just like running around the block several times might drain you. It is exhausting.

You see, I have bipolar disorder and chronic cluster headaches (a very rare and debilitating neurological disorder). I take lots of medication that fatigues me and does all kinds of other things to me which I can’t control. If I stop taking my medication, I get real sick, real fast. And besides all that, my world might be very different to yours. I see, hear and feel things differently. I often have such horrible pain I can’t even talk (yes, that is possible during a cluster headache). Sadly, this all means I am not a very good friend — in the traditional sense.

While you may not hear from me often or see me much at all, I am still thinking about you. I do care about you. When I feel well, I may send you a text or an email. I may write you a little note or send you a card. On very rare occasions when everything aligns the right way, you just might see me. We might meet for lunch. Like you probably, I love to eat. But more than anything, I cherish the memories of spending time with you.

So please don’t think I don’t care about you or value our friendship. I care about you very much and I am thrilled that we are friends. Please know if you ever need prayers or just warm thoughts, you have them from me. I just “do” friendships differently. It’s not about you, it’s about me.

Please don’t give up on me.

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Why I'm Going to Tell My Psychiatrist I'm on the Wrong Medication

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Editor’s note: Please see a doctor before starting or stopping a medication.

I wanted so badly to just give up that night. I called my dad and ended up in tears over the phone. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to throw away my medication. Suddenly, I found myself agreeing with everyone who had told me I didn’t need them. Suddenly, I was desperate.

What caused this panic? The realization my new antipsychotics weren’t working.

I’m fairly new to the struggle of finding the right medications. I’ve been without a working antidepressant for a while. I’ve finally found an ADD medication that helps me think clearly. But that night, I wanted to give it up. It had gotten too heavy to bear on my own.

The first week I was on my antipsychotic medication, I felt on top of the world. I cleaned my apartment, I did all my laundry, I was happy, I was myself again! And then, it leveled out and I got used to it. Since then, I have been in this constant state of being emotionless. The only time I feel anything is when I’m with someone.

I no longer enjoy my writing. I don’t enjoy my coffee. I don’t enjoy a damn thing. I’ve become afraid of having to go back to bed at the end of the day. I get so exhausted I shut off at 8 p.m. But then I lay in bed for hours awake. And then, after finally falling asleep, I’m half-awake again. I haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep in a month. I’m miserable.

The mornings, they’re just the worst. I lay in bed for hours trying to go back to sleep. I don’t want to get up. I used to love mornings more than any other part of the day, but not anymore. I don’t want to get up. I feel like I’ve lost the point to all of this. I’ve forgotten the meaning of my life. All because I was on the wrong medication.

I’m going to move my psychiatrist appointment to be two weeks early. I’m going to tell her what’s happening, ask if there’s a different medication I can try or if I should stop taking them all together. I refuse to be a zombie just to make sure my bipolar II doesn’t act up. I feel more suicidal when I’m numb than I ever have while going through a depressive episode.

I’m meant to feel, to be happy, to enjoy life’s ups and downs. I’m not meant to stay “stable” on a flat line of nothingness. This isn’t me. And I refuse to stay here.

I encourage everyone to have an open and honest conversation with your doctors. Let them know how your medication is affecting you. Be strong and find the right path. You deserve it.

If you or someone you know needs help, visit our suicide prevention resources page.

If you need support right now, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255 or text “START” to 741-741.

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Would I 'Cure' Bipolar Disorder If I Could?

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Recently, I have been thinking, “What if bipolar disorder had a cure?” and questioning if I would want to be cured. After weeks of thinking about it, I finally have an answer, and it would be no. No, I would not want to be cured of bipolar disorder. You may be baffled and questioning my answer. I was too, but here’s why.

I would not choose to be cured because being diagnosed with bipolar has changed my life dramatically, both positively and negatively. The negative effects did have consequences such as losing friends, making lots of enemies, and spending my entire life savings in one weekend. However, without those negatives, I wouldn’t have had the positives. The positive effects of bipolar disorder have truly helped me, and without experiencing extreme highs and lows, I wouldn’t have gained this type of courage.

The extreme shifts in mood played havoc in my relationships, and I was left confused. Everyone around me seemed to be walking on eggshells or talking negatively about me. These experiences gave me the courage to reach out and admit I needed help. Unfortunately, I only asked for help while feeling depressed and I went misdiagnosed for a few months. I eventually experienced a manic episode which helped me get the correct diagnosis.

Today, I am medicated with five different medications and I still experience hypomanic episodes and milder depressive episodes, but I wouldn’t change that for anything. Yes, I battle these extreme changes in mood, but experiencing these hardships has taught me a lot about myself, my strength, and how to channel it.

My depressive episodes taught me it is OK to not be OK. I always thought I didn’t feel any emotions because I grew up in a household constantly under strain and I never truly felt safe. I would fake a smile or pretend to be happy and that was a way of life for me. Even as an adult, I pretend I am happy because I do not want to face allowing myself to truly feel emotions. I have always been mean to myself, and whenever I feel sad or worthless, I feel powerless and that is a terrifying feeling. Depressive episodes leave me feeling worthless and numb. Feeling like that is not OK, and bipolar disorder has taught me that.

Nevertheless, there are manic episodes where I am flying so high, I feel I am truly invincible. I have limitless energy, tasks to complete, and social desires. I feel as if I could conquer the world, so alive! But this comes at a high price; the voices in my head can steer me the wrong way. They lie to me, they lure me in. I could become agitated and extremely irritable. Without these experiences, though, I wouldn’t have learned I was feeling emotions more intensely than the average person. I would never have realized how truly sensitive I am.

I was diagnosed with bipolar I shortly after unlocking all my demons and it may be all-consuming, but it has helped me get to where I am now. I can confidently say I battle with bipolar, I am a suicide attempt survivor who has multiple anxiety disorders. I battle post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) from multiple sexual assaults as a young girl and as a teenager, and I tend to self-harm. I have a severe fear of gaining weight and during manic episodes, I have binge-purge cycles. But bipolar disorder has taught me to speak up and use my voice. It has helped me figure out so much about myself and why I am a strong person. In dark times, when I am feeling suicidal, I try to remember I am strong.

I may be a large psychological mess, but bipolar disorder has become a part of who I am, and without it, I would be lost. I have come to accept and love my bipolar disorder, and I could never have that taken away.

So, now I ask you, if there was a cure for bipolar disorder, would you go for it?

If you or someone you know needs help, visit our suicide prevention resources page. 

If you need support right now, call the Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255

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