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Help. I am on the verge of sxxcide

After coming down from my first ever major manic episode, I received disheartening news from my employer that I was let go. At that time, I have spiraled deep myself into depression that it seems impossible to get out of. I feel extremely suicidal ever since then. I didn’t have the mental clarity at that time, but a job loss shouldn’t cost me mental health or my life. it is just silly from hindsight. After months of bed rotting , social isolating , being in mental pain and struggling with suicidal thoughts . I realized that my mental health problem has become far worse than I initially realized: my cognitive functions have severely deteriorated to the point where I can’t seem to hold any conversation with anyone. I don’t know how to connect with anyone anymore. What’s worse is that I have problems recalling words and forming coherent sentences. I don’t even know how to speak to waiters when I tried to order food and inquire about the dishes. I have lost essential and basic skills as a human. This realization has pushed me to an edge , now my suicidal thoughts are stronger than ever. How can I even survive in this society as someone with such little to none communication skills ? How can I make friends when I have nothing in my brain. My brain is just so empty that it is so sad. I am one step away from taking my own life. I truly need help on how to restore my cognitive functions . This seems like forever. I feel scared because I don’t want to put my parents through extreme emotional pain, but the pain I am feeling has outweighed any other concerns I have. I am sorry that I am selfish. But before I kms, I do wanna try getting better. Does anyone have any guidances on how I can regain my cognitive functions and my language, communication skills? Also I feel extremely extremely lonely it is horrifying. #Bipolar #Suicide #Depression

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Bipolar. Addict. Mother. Still Here. Still Fighting. #AddictionRecovery #MentalHealth #BipolarDepression #Motherhood #fighter

Being a mom is already a full-time, no-days-off, ride-or-die commitment. But being a mom with bipolar disorder—who’s clawed her way out of addiction and still wrestles with manic episodes? That’s another level. That’s a battlefield most people never see. And if I’m being honest, most people don’t want to.

There are so many misconceptions floating around—about addiction, mental illness, and motherhood. People want to box me in: either I’m an “inspiration” or a “hot mess.” Nobody talks about what it really feels like to live in this body, raise kids with this brain, carry this past, and still get up every damn day and show the hell up.

This Isn’t a Diagnosis. This Is My Life.

Let me be clear: bipolar disorder is not just mood swings or a bad day. It’s not “Oh, she’s just being dramatic.” Nah. It’s racing thoughts that won’t shut up. It’s impulsivity that makes your heart race. It’s full-blown mania that convinces you that you don’t need sleep, food, or anyone’s advice—including your own damn intuition.

And when you’re a mom in the middle of that storm? You don’t get to opt out. You still pack lunches. You still read bedtime stories with a voice that shakes. You still smile while your brain’s on fire.

Now layer that with addiction. Years of it. The kind that costs everything—relationships, dignity, custody, self-worth. I didn’t start using to be reckless. I used because I was trying to survive a life that already felt impossible. I was trying to quiet what I didn’t have the language to explain.

But I got clean. Not once. Not easily. But for real. And I’ve stayed clean. Through temptation. Through trauma. Through the kind of stress that makes relapse feel like a warm, familiar hug. Still, I don’t pick up. Not because I’m superhuman, but because I’ve got kids who look at me like I’m their whole damn world—and I refuse to disappear on them.

What People Don’t See (But Should)

There are moments of joy in this chaos—real, steady joy. When my daughter climbs into my lap, safe. When my son belly laughs in the other room. When I realize I’m building a life I used to dream of, sober.

But those aren’t the only moments. There are also moments of complete exhaustion. Of overwhelm. Of shame. Of silence so loud it roars.

I wish people understood that living with bipolar disorder while parenting through trauma and addiction recovery isn’t a story of failure or strength—it’s both. It’s not a clean-cut success story. It’s a jagged, bloodstained, still-writing-the-ending kind of truth.

You don’t get to call me “strong” unless you understand what that strength cost. Unless you’ve seen me cry behind a closed bathroom door just to make it through the day.

What I’ve Learned the Hard Way

✦ Self-care isn’t a luxury. It’s how I stay alive.

Not the cute, influencer kind of self-care either. I’m talking real-deal survival: sleep, therapy, boundaries, saying no even when it pisses people off, canceling plans when I feel like I might unravel.

✦ Vulnerability is my superpower.

I used to pretend I was okay, even when I was falling apart. Now? I’m done with that. I speak my truth—even the messy parts. Especially the messy parts. Because pretending doesn’t help anyone. Honesty connects us. It reminds people they’re not the only ones drowning.

✦ Healing isn’t linear.

There are days I win. Days I just make it through. And days I barely survive. All of those are valid. All of those count. Progress is messy. So is motherhood. So is recovery.

To Anyone Walking a Similar Road:

Be kind to yourself. Stop comparing your pain to someone else’s highlight reel. Stop pretending you’re fine when you’re not.

You don’t have to be “strong” every day. You just have to keep going.

There will be backslides. There will be dark days. But there will also be light—real, warm light that breaks through when you least expect it. And when that light shows up? You’ll realize you are the one who created it.

You are not alone. You are not broken. You are becoming.

The Realest Truth I Know

Being a bipolar mom in recovery isn’t some motivational tagline. It’s a complicated, exhausting, beautiful, infuriating, joyful, terrifying journey. But it’s mine. And I’ve earned every scar.

So next time someone says, “Wow, I don’t know how you do it…”
I’ll smile, and think:
“Neither do I. But I do. And that’s enough.”

Want to support someone like me?
Educate yourself. Ask real questions. Show up. Offer help without judgment. Don’t assume the worst—or the best. Just be there. And if you’ve lived this life too? I see you. You are not invisible. You are not alone.

We’re still here. Still fighting. Still mothering. And that? That’s power.

🖤 Kavi

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I'm new here!

Hi, my name is Curiosity_Curls. I'm here because I recently came off my anti depressants to see if they were causing me to go manic unfortunately have become very depressed so being put on other medication but just part of the journey we are all on

#MightyTogether #BipolarDisorder #PTSD #Migraine #Anxiety

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Gorilla and the Bird by Zack McDermott

Gorilla and the Bird is Zack McDermott’s honest and deeply personal memoir about his struggle with bipolar disorder. At the height of his career as a public defender, Zack experiences a severe psychotic episode that changes his life. The book explores his battle with mental illness, the chaos of his manic and depressive episodes, and the unwavering love and support from his mother, who becomes his anchor through the darkest times. With raw honesty and moments of humor, the memoir shines a light on the realities of living with a serious mental health condition and the power of family in healing.

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Uterine cancer n no treatment

I had a partial hysterectomy with an oophorectomy (removal of both ovaries)yet I still have one left... I went into “instant” surgical menopause. I was diagnosed in 2018 with a very rare form of uterine cancer. Which means usually full hysterectomy and most likely also losing my ovaries and fallopian tubes. However the DR I went to was very stupid in my defense. Anyways they found my tumour and it was a huge 15cm x 30cm in size and they removed that along with 1 ovary,and tube. Then during labor with last kid I begged for a C-section in which my request was ignored and I had a uterine prolapse . Drs told me by 2028 if left untreated the cancer would very much likely spread through out my body and possibly kill me. I'm not living my best life by no means but I'm 34 have 4 children living one stillbirth 3 boys 2girls. Yet I'm very thankful to have lived this long. I'm scared to go get seen about as I think it's better left unknown I already fight depression n manic bipolar I just can't take no more bad news and I don't think treatment would be any help any advice

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4:30 am

These past few weeks, I’ve been knocking myself out to get my house in order inside and outside. Two things have really helped. One is taking “before” and “after” photos. The other is listening to music on my earbuds. Somehow I never discovered how much music helps people get things done.

Tuesday night, I worked on my basement from 11 pm to 4 am. Earlier in the day, I donated a lot of items stored down there: three artificial Christmas trees, 24 pillows, 13 blankets, a rug, a shower curtain, and some clothes. We had plans to go out of town Wednesday, and my son is coming for a weeklong visit starting Friday. I wanted to get the cleaning out of the way while I had the motivation.

Problem was, I could not wind down. At 4:30 am, I found myself hanging things on the wall in my living room that I found in the basement. I’m sure some of it was fueled by mania. I just want to be consistent, not extreme in energy fluctuation. Does anyone have tips for pacing one’s self while still accomplishing goals?

So, since I was delirious and couldn’t find a candle, I got a wall sconce ready for the prom. What can I say? It’s yellow. And I finally fell asleep at 5 am.

#Bipolar #Depression #GAD #OCD #PTSD

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I’m new here!

Hello, I’m Adia.

My life has recently started falling apart again, so I’m hoping that I’ll be able to find some sort of support!

Im having serious familial and housing issues right now and I’m finding it difficult to cope. I’m living with my dad at the moment (who was an alcoholic and abusive, he’s cleaned up for now but he has Bipolar Disorder and he tends to relapse when he’s manic) and my younger siblings. My mom is basically homeless now.

Im supposed to be starting college soon, and I don’t know what to do. I want to be there to support my siblings and my family, but I also desperately want to get out. I feel like I’m not even my own person anymore.

In general I find it hard to hold down jobs, to keep friends. My life is collapsing and I feel pretty hopeless.

Any support would be wonderful. I just want to know it’s not too late for me.

#MajorDepressiveDisorder #GeneralizedAnxietyDisorder #ADHD #MentalHealth #MightyTogether

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Do people accuse you of being manic just because you are passionate about something? #Bipolar #PTSD

My son loves me. I know he does. And he knows that I love him too. We have a really good relationship and we both try to be supportive of each other.

Although we don’t live near each other, we talk on the phone quite frequently about all kinds of things. When I’m having an episode, he listens and tries to help me though it. He can often tell within the first few words what is going on. So great! And I have asked him to tell me when I’m getting manic because I don’t always recognize it right away. (I can always tell when I’m depressed.)

But sometimes , I am just being passionate or angry or exited about something with reason. Then he might tell me that I’m getting manic and try to calm me down. I know he’s doing it from a good place. I tell him I have regular emotions too. It’s ok if I get excited or angry or sad when things are happening. Other non-bipolar people do too! But he won’t let it go unless I stop talking completely. It’s super frustrating and a little hurtful at the same time.

Does this happen to you? Do people assume you are having an episode if you express any emotions?

#BipolarDisorder

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Bipolar & Psychosis: The Voices in My Head #BipolarDisorder #Psychosis #Hallucinations #SchizoaffectiveDisorder

Good morning, I hope you’re doing well today and you have a wonderful week ahead.

I am diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder and Psychosis. Here is an account of an episode where I was hearing voices. I initially posted it on my blog so I’ve edited it to make sure it is compressible to read.

Looking back a few months ago now, I had two episodes were I was hearing the voices in my head once again. Nothing sinister or anything like that, nor a command to do anything detrimental. Literally the situation was that I walked up to the pub about 1pm each day to me a friend. I had my MP3 player (I know they went out of fashion years ago), and I just use the right earphone as I’m deaf in my left ear. So, I was beginning to hear chatter. Nothing clearly but it was like I was in a pub or restaurant or something like that and I could hear the conversations of the people around me. It doesn’t worry me, or scare me as I’ve experienced this before, I have had these voices from years and years ago and to me at least, I know they aren’t dangerous to me or sinister. So I even took my hearing aid out of my left ear to see if they were coming through that, but no, I was still hearing them. I got to the pub and then turned off MP3 player and then chatting with my friend and then it all stopped. I walked home afterwards though and then it started again.

A few days later I had to collect my prescription from Mountcroft (Mental Health Resource Centre) for extra Quetiapine. So I met a mate near my house and we walked up to the promenade by the sea front and then to the next town where the Resource Centre is, and I collected the script. No voices at all.

So at the time I was then on 750mg per day of Quetiapine! 250mg when I get up and 500mg before bed! (Update: The Quetiapine didn’t work and it was discontinued in favour of Olanzapine)

I’ve noticed that I think it is more prevalent when I was silent in my mind and the thoughts weren’t racing when it happens. Basically when I’m Bipolar Manic I have too much going on to hear the voices.
It’s crazy isn’t it that I have now experienced a new scenario. I would try to see if it would happen if I had both earphones in my ears, but as I said I cut the left earphone off as it was redundant. After spending a small fortune on earphones over the years I’m not spending any more money on another set! 🤣

I wish I could have a way to record my voices and then be able to put them together in a download or something like that so people can have a listen to my voices and then they can get a better understanding of what it is like to have mental illness.

#MightyTogether #MentalHealth

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