Recovered by my actions!

I have not been posting regularly due to my springtime blues. I am so happy that its finally over. It is these type of things that occur allowing me to see some reality. I get very confident sometimes thinking almost like I am cured of my bipolar. It is so weird how the brain works. Awareness of this and doing everything I can to stop it is a great way of dealing with these mood swings. I was well enough to realize when my illness takes a turn. I went to my doctor quickly enough for a med tweak. It takes awhile sometimes for my moods to adjust but at least I am aware of it. I stay doing what my doctor request of me and this to passed. Thank you ME and thank you doc.     :))

Springtime Sadness

Spring is supposed to be green, alive, and transforming.

Why am I 

slipping and spiraling down.

In the darkness of the abyss. Help,!Help! I wanna come out to Play!

In the sunshine, warm, beautiful

And bright!!!!!

TO HEAL or to HURT???

TRUST ME! This is but my own logical perspection on Bipolar Support Groups online. I have for many years now been a avid participant in many groups. There is only one thing I have found interesting. ALL bipolars are DOCTORS, PHARMACOLOGIST, COUNSELORS, FRIENDS, and THE BIGGEST ENEMIE!!!  Its a place to be with only those who feel, live, and experience of the disorder we call Bipolar.

I have found that most everyone shares on the negative aspects of their illness and rarely share the awesome things we experience that many others do not usually realize. If we were not bipolar we probley would have not "HEARD" about all the wonderful people in the world that are actors, artist, literary marvels,and scientist.. Usually in our life we have those that want to cheer you up by telling you. "Do not feel bad that you are bipolar, Patty Duke is too and look at her."
BUT do they really know Patty Duke. NOT!  She is recognized for her fame and success.
I would love for once hear from others about the awesome things they do to keep well or keep the threads uplifting. That is so rare! Love your Health and Celebrate it!!!  Everyone needs that too. Advice Advice and more Advice can be dangerous. Telling people to 'OH well, just stop that med and increase that med. WE ARE NOT DOCTORS! We are there to support, share similar experiences, and how we live everyday with BP. The biggest and most crippling thing you can do for someone is to tell them something you ACTUALLY do not know to be true. If your meds changed from this to that or if YOU took yourself off of one and replaced with another will only risk anothers life and stability. ALL of our illness gets very complex hence the reason we are all subdivided by numbers and types with complex treatment regimes. Try to share about what you do to make you feel well. Things you enjoy, special interest, and share your TALENTS. We are not handicaps, special, mentally challenged or whatever else STIGMA places upon us. We are intelligent, bright, and gifted with so much to offer. If you are unstable at the time yourself do not offer unstable advice to another. That in it self is one giant MOODSWING...(ie. If we are not happy no one is happy)  THAT is harmful.        Trust in your healthcare professional to do what they do best and always share what you do best.  We are not Alone

Reaching out because of life

There has been countless times in my life when all I felt was a crippling feeling of loneliness. I was a child of deeper and very strong feelings of this. My parents was never home, my so called friends hurt me with words and physical haunting. It caused me to be an introverted kid that was shy and afraid of other kids my age. The only person in my life that always made me feel self worth, pride(but not boastful) and genuine trust even when I felt it was not there. I had a new sense of belonging by becoming a strong leader, brave, and accepting and that not everyone feels the same way. In retrospect, I became an angry and confrontational young man. After my grandfather passed, I started having my bouts of mental illness. I resisted treatment because at that time all I received out of it was a zombie like trance from severe amounts of terrible drugs(ie. Thorazine, haldol at some of the highest dosages) It was a long hard road to follow. Everything that was to make me feel better was worse. The one thing I did see was others like me. I always did my best at speaking to the patients(sometimes too much mania) Throughout those years I began to see just how lonely most patients were. It helped me to feel like I belonged with them. Not in an institution but in life. All the while I was abusing drugs and alcohol, I resisted treatment, self-medicated constantly, but I was still feeling lonely so I decided to meet a hospital friend with a serious depression or other issues. Eventually I knew I could do the same outside of my familiar environment. I now actively make conversation with those I see lonely. I feel as though a simple act of starting a blog, support group, and writing a book on my journey. I strongly believe now that if we stick together as peers in our situations. It will make it easier for others. So just know that you are not alone. We all(not just mentally ill)are the same. We all feel those feelings like happiness, loneliness, guilty, anger AND love!!!  See for yourself it helps. Peace to all of humanity!!

A Doctor's Advice

I was just on a bipolar awareness thread.  I thought of all us with bipolar and it never seems to amaze me of just how many desperate for education and healthy treatment. I am the first to admit the countless times I asked for medication advice from other bipolar patients instead of my doctors due to bad pdoc decisions and my trust in those like me. I thought I was my own doctor. I changed my own meds by advice from others. I played with the dosages and I discontinued those I did not like. In the long run, it hurt me deeply. My BP symptoms were out of control. My Pdoc was changing my meds monthly because everything she did for me I changed myself. UNTIL, I decided to do what she said to do. My side effects(or thought to be) stopped. My symptoms leveled out and I feel like a successful person among society. I am content and I am doing what helps make me better. I now post in these groups advice of being compliant. Only do what you are told to do. ONLY take your doctors advice because they are the only one knowing of your symptoms and can professionally recommend what you need for your health not another self -medicated person doing exactly what made you sick.

Seasonal Affective Disorder and effects on my bipolar

I feel as though this should be shared. My bipolar is only one of my list of mental issues, yet they all affect each other. My therapist and I like to say that "I fall back in the Fall and spring forward in the Spring." I have S.A.D. where by the seasons affect my depression and my mania. The link you may ask. In the winter months I tend to struggle with bipolar depression and in the spring I tend to have a steady climb to mania. UNTIL this year. I decided not to even think of that happening and concentrate on my relapse prevention. I had no depression and I had a sense of well being I never had before. Now I am doing the same for my spring time. This blog has really saved me. I enjoy putting my thoughts and feelings here. I am sure and confident that the way I process the seasons of the year simply by doing enjoyable things can, in fact allow a person to control symptoms of S.A.D.  seasonal affective disorder.

As I tell myself, "Be well and continue the journey!"

Support From a Mate

Well, it has been awhile since my last post. I am happy to report that my little rant/meltdown is over. I am so happy for the life I have with my partner. I am very lucky to have snatched up a pychologist as a life partner. He has not only been there for me. He has been with me through some horrific times. As per my request, he does not counsel me he just supports me. It helps that he understand the nature of bipolar. I did not have to worry about him misunderstanding me and my quirky ways. Just support, nothing else. He is very protective I might add. He loves me. I guess I am very fortunate. We all need understanding support.

DisFUCKtion

I decided that I would post on the weekends drama that occured in my dysfunctional family.
It will be 3 years in march that my sister and nephew was murdered by my brother-in-law. He then commited suicide. my family has been through some tough times in my life. Alcoholism, drug abuse,domestic violence, and many more but this is the hardest to swallow. friday was my nephews 5th birthday and my mother is doing absolutly terrible. After this tramatic event occured My mother had 34 years soberiety go in the toilet. Her drinking has her mind so sick that she is blind to the fact she has a family loving her. She called me Sat. night very drunk telling me she was looking at her wrist with a razor. I paniced and got my stepfather on the phone. She told him her plans but he thought she was just saying crazy things. As I was asking him for the physical address she cut herself. He did nothing and would not give me the address. He failed to tell me she did it. I live an hour and half away. He told me she took her night medication and she was fine. I still was not told she she did this.The next day(yesterday) they came to my house to visit and talk. I wanted them over to didcuss further treatment options for her addictions and she showed me her wrist. It was not a medical issue but a suicide attempt is not something I take lightly with my own past. I tried to speak to her with firmly and she ignored me. I also spoke to her husband. He is in complete denial and uneducated on the severity of what she did. I called my family for an intervention. We started the process for her commital and she frecked out. Today, she threatened her doctor for violating her HIPA agreement so we had our hands tied. I called her social worker and was advised to seek inpatient care. My mother so pissed at me for what she called "Starting shit!" I could go on and on but in a nutshell she got away with it it. I did everything in my co-dependent power to "FIX" the shit and now I am wrecked and my panic attacks have been occuring all day. DysFUCKtion by way of addiction with all the amenities suck!!!  I TOOK A BIG CRY IN THE SHOWER!"  It helped, I relaxed with a xanax and now I am retiring to my bed with head under my covers. My mantra of the day:  I WILL SURVIVE I WILL SURVIVE I WILL SURVIVE!!!!!!