The Doldrums - Depression or Medication?
Mind Explosion of Tonighy
Depressed to Manic
Finally coming out of a depressed episode and into a manic episode. I have suddenly have a lack of need for sleep and high energy. I feel like I am rapid cycling. #BipolarDisorder I am glad to be out of the depressed episode but it seems that my mood changed in a matter of hours. I am looking for calming activities. I already listen to classical music which I find to be very soothing. Does anyone else have any ideas for how to calm a manic episode before it becomes too extreme?
My Story is Important. Your Story is Important.
Part 1 of 2 I have had depression and anxiety issues since I was a teenager, including a suicide attempt when I was 16. I was not understood. I was not taken seriously. I was told I was seeking attention. I was bullied, including being told that the world would be a better place if I weren’t in it.
I had manic episodes in college, though at the time I didn’t know that’s what they were. I would engage in risky behavior. I put myself in sexual situations and struggled to find my way out. I had major depressive issues where I would stop eating. No one recognized my behavior as unusual for me. No one tried to help. I was ignored and made to feel that I wasn’t important enough to engage with. I was on the cusp of figuring out my future and I simply couldn’t see myself as a part of it.
As an adult, I did what I was supposed to do. I got a job. I moved into an apartment. I married my boyfriend of three years. We moved into a house. I had kids.However, as I was having children, I seemed to get more and more out of control. With each kid I had, I progressively had a harder and harder time with depression. My first child had health issues, so when I was upset and crying it was seen and viewed as normal. I was told it was baby blues. When I was in the hospital after having my second, very healthy, child, a nurse was doing her job and informing me about issues such as PPD. My mother was in the room and I was told, “We are strong women, we don’t have those issues.” As soon as she left the room, I burst into tears and wondered what was wrong with me that I didn’t seem as excited as I should be since I now had a very healthy child I was going to be able to leave the hospital with. I was diagnosed with PPD, but without support from home, I didn’t do anything about it, except survive. When I was pregnant with my third child, my doctor recognized that I was having hormonal fluctuations that were not normal. During my pregnancy she told me that it would be a good idea if I did not have any further children. She was on maternity leave when I actually give birth to my third and was horrified to learn upon her return that the covering doctor did not follow up with my about PPD and learned I was imbalanced enough to have PPS. The doctor pushed me to get on some antidepressants and things looked better for awhile.
During a standard yearly appointment with my OB/GYN, I was expressing manic thoughts of depression, overwhelming anxiety, the inability to control my thoughts, and my doctor sat there and listened. She then suggested she walk me across the parking lot to the ED to be checked into the hospital. She was concerned that I was going to harm myself or my children. This was a wake up call.
I started getting some help. I went to my family doctor and she began to prescribe a series of anti depressants, which all worked for a time. We would increase dosages. We would try new medications, and combinations of medications. My family doctor reached a point where she was uncomfortable with my mental health care and set me an appointment with a psychiatrist. I was placed through a battery of physical and mental tests and came away with a bipolar diagnosis. I was finally placed on the proper set of medications. However, as mental health care works in our country, I struggled to find a new psychiatrist when mine stopped practicing and it took another crisis to get back into treatment.
Fast forward several years…October 2019, I have been married for 19 years and my children are 17, 15, and 13. I am in a very dark place. I am having destructive thoughts. I know that my family is going to be better without me. They would be able to live life without me holding them back. All the kids are old enough to be self sufficient and they just don’t need me. The family could use my life insurance pay out far more than they could use me. I was no longer necessary in my family unit. I knew these thoughts were out of control and not rational. I also knew there was nothing I could do about that.
In addition to all of my destructive thoughts, I was having physical medical problems. I was having menstrual cycles every 15-16 days. My hormones were once again out of control. In an effort to stretch outlay cycles, my new gyn places me on a low dose birth control for two weeks out of the month. The thought was if I could stretch out my cycles, my hormones would have time to plateau and I wouldn’t always be all over the place. My iron levels would also have time to return to normal. And the medication did all of that. In the three months I was on the low dose birth control, my cycles stretched out, my hormones settled and my iron levels returned to something close to normal. What I was unaware of until much later, is that the birth control interacted with my main mental
The View Is Great
Yesterday I posted a thought titled "The Beginning of Hope." It was a thought of mine that I was once suicidal and self-harming at one point but had made it out to the other side, I am now happy.
First, I would like to apologize. I never want anyone to feel the way that I have felt- alone, rejected, and abandoned.
Second, I am not a trained psychiatrist, and I sincerely apologize if I triggered anyone in any way, shape or form in my now-deleted post.
Third, I want you to know that you are not a burden. You are beautiful. You are loved. No matter who you are or what you believe or what you do or what you've done. You are loved.
Fourth, it does get better. Sometimes life feels like an uphill battle. Please keep climbing. The view is great. Make sure you're here to see it.
Hi there, I'm new here. I came to try and utilize the support here and maybe meet some people who struggle with mental illness and also be a support to them. I have bipolar one disorder and I'm currently having a manic episode. Not looking forward to the depressive episode that follows. I think I need to be equipped with new coping skills. I love music and exercise, but I'm getting burned out. Any ideas? #bipolarasf *@k..... Also I started a chat group if anyone wants to join! It's not limited to anyone, so come join with your comments and questions. I'd love to talk to you! I delt with this for a while now and I'm a certified peer support specialist, I'm so excited I found the mighty!https://themighty.com/groups/bipolar1sufferers
I am really struggling right now. I was diagnosed as Manic Depressive (now called BiPolar) at the age of 18 and I am now 60. I am on medication that causes me to require more sleep than a normal person. I am so sick and tired of my mother and father in law making remarks about me sleeping late or anything else to do with my disease. I would think that she more than anyone would understand living with a mental illness because her mother had mental illness. I am only able to work now because I have a very understanding boss and friend who is very familiar with mental illness because she is a Mental Health Counselor. My husband is having to close his business because of the FDA. She has made some very ugly remarks that she feels like I could have helped a little bit more...WTH???!!! I do work and I do contribute to the household funds. This is making me feel worthless and very angry that my husband continues to let her say these things and not defend me.
For just one moment?
Through all the chaotic thoughts within my head, I find one that seems to repeat over and over; quiet, could you be quiet for just one moment?" My degree in Psychology would say focus on that thought, use it to calm the rest. But
my Bipolar 1 disorder tells me focus is what we are doing, with the 50,000 projects I have going simultaneously. Looking for a nail to hang that picture, while reading about the case study im researching, and wait...did I ever clean the shower? Shoot, I need to go to the store for cleaning spray.
But, I'm not just a person with Bipolar and a Psychology degree, I am also Mom!
Shaking my head in an attempt to calm the chaos, I attempt to reason with two preteen boys....
"QUIET, could you be quiet for just a moment!?!?" Focus, chaos, kids. Oh, hey Anthony's home!! Thats right, Bipolat mom with a Psychology degree, fiance...and two barking dogs!
Chaos, chaos, bark, chaos...through my thoughts and what I describe as tunnel hearing; I hear one of boys "Mommy don't look so good."
QUIET, COULD YOU BE QUIET FOR JUST A MOMENT!?!?!" Bark, chaos, chaos, and before I am able to be the fiance or the mom with the Psychology degree, Bipolar 1 takes full control.......agitation and frustration turn to over-stimulation.