bipolar
Bipolar disorder; understanding the highs, the lows and the in between.
Daybreak
As I travel through my fifties, I am feeling a bit worse for the wear. I'm tattered, worn and often having trouble telling up from down. Luckily, I tend to have a hopeful personality and still believe that there are many good things coming my way.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters5 years ago in Psyche
Why is in patient so scary?
Words, They hold power even years after they've left the mouth. I remember being a little girl and saying whatever came to my mind, In fact I still do- But back then I didn't understand the weight that words have on one another,I didn't understand one simple sentence could change someones life. I just didn't get it. When I told my dad he looked like salami because he had so many freckles, We laughed it off, Because it was a funny sentence out of a child's mouth.
By πΊπππππ π³ππππππππ’ βΎ5 years ago in Psyche
Living Outside the Box of Regret and Shame
I guess for me my life could be compiled of many embarrassing moments. Embarrassing and regretful may be a mild expression for the feelings I have felt. For the last 10+ years I have lived with a Bipolar 1 diagnosis. I have revealed a plethora of characters that I didnβt even know I had in me. At one point I was so crazy I thought I was God and Satan simultaneously. I guess you never know your potential fully until you have gone through such a phase. I have been hopeless. I have been broken but the truth is that is the place where healing can come in. I choose to release the negative and let go of all the emotional drama that this drama queen has conducted.
By Sara James5 years ago in Psyche
Music That Moves My Bipolar Soul and The Playlist That Steadies The Pendulum
I have always loved music. My Mother likes to say that I could sing before I could talk and my daughter Rosaleen inherited that from me. Long before she could string a coherent sentence together she could sing the full score from Frozen. In my day it was Snow White. Rosaleen is like me in so many ways. She looks just like me when I was her age. She has my eyes, my nose and my whacky hairline with blonde curls that can't choose any kind of direction to fall in.
By Clara Elizabeth Hamilton Orr Burns5 years ago in Psyche
This is Life
Occasionally, you meet someone who claims without trepidation that they want to know what you are thinking, seeing, hearing, feeling when they realize you are having a manic episode. Yes, a close friend, all one of them, wants to see inside your mind so they can better HELP you. God bless her. She meant well; I know that now, but it still stings when I think back on that all to predictable day. To this day I know she truly and sincerely wanted to help. I naturally hesitated but nonetheless, I let her in. Never again. My experience went a little something like this.
By Serina Matteson5 years ago in Psyche
The Fight Inside
The screeching of the alarm clock pierces the stone cold silence of the early morning. As soon as I reach over to turn it off, my brain begins to start the battle of the day. The battle is always the same and always different. A so-called 'normal person' would be confused by that statement, but people with Bipolar Disorder understand very well. Part of me wants to get up, shower, eat breakfast and get ready to face the day. Another part of me wants to lay in bed and think about how awful my week was, and wonder if today will be more of the same. Should I just get up and do everything I can to have a wonderful and fulfilling day? Or should I just lay in bed all day with the curtains drawn, and not even give myself a chance to screw things up again?
By Sapphire DeBrown5 years ago in Psyche
Greiving
While the understanding of mental illness has come a long way there is still much more to be learned by all. The stigma attached to a person who is mentally ill is still greater than what the news reports would have you believe. Sure, the few studies that have been done say society is more accepting of the fact that mental illness is a disease and not a mere moral failing. Yet almost fifty percent of society said they would still be hesitant to leave a child with someone they knew was mentally ill. The big misconception that always infuriates me is most is society no longer believes we are violent. Iβm not so sure of that. It seems like we may be rowing uphill with this particular fact. The studies do show that a person who suffers from a mental illness is 10% more likely to be a victim of violence than being the actual perpetrator. However, the horrible incidents of shootings that have happened in recent years that receive tremendous coverage from our news always make sure to report, ββ¦and they are to be believed to be struggling with a mental illness!β Why donβt we ever hear of the great accomplishment of the mentally ill on the news? I am sure they are numerous. As far as the fear factor is concerned, not just violence but the entire disorder, I go by my own personal experience and say that those studies must be wrong to some extent. I have lost count of the times when I thought that I had a true friend, one that had accepted me as a whole person, bipolar disorder and all. They always think I am funny and outrageously fun. The time will always come unfortunately when I wander off the reservation into a manic episode, and they get a true glimpse into my mind. Guess what they do? They stand quietly, very still at first, then back away very slowly, then pick up the pace until they are in a flat-out run trying to get away from me. No more lunches together at the Waffle House, no more going shopping at the Bargain Ben on fifty cent day, no more phone calls. Complete desertion. All because I did not sleep for a few days which threw me into a state of complete mania. So, what if I did talk incessantly about the DEA camping out across the pasture recording every movement I took. What if I did go up to the couple at the next booth and lay a kiss on the hot guy sitting with his wife, who was young enough to be his daughter, so I made an error in judgment, causing his wife to reach over and grab my hair and start banging my head on the table trying to defend what was rightfully hers. Oops. Luckily, my friend grabbed me by the waist as I was about to defend myself and managed to forcibly drag me out of the restaurant and throw me in the car. When we got into the car, she started laughing so I thought all was good. She did recognize I was in a crisis and saw to it that I received the help that I needed. However, after I was stabilized, she became unreachable. That is just one of my experiences. There have been many, just not as severe. In the end, they simply do not like what they see, and people donβt like what they canβt explain or what they donβt understand. Honestly, though I do not like what I do not understand either.
By Serina Matteson5 years ago in Psyche
Bipolar part 2
2007: After the first phone call and after I entered the hospital there in Panama City, FL, I was feeling more like myself and less with the feeling of danger. Carted off by my wife who came there to pick me up, she was tearful as she wrapped her arms around me. She then guided me to the Yaris that we had and together with daughter in tow left the hospital grounds headed toward a new adventure with this new folly, this new disease of the brain (at least that what I thought it was).
By William L. Truax III5 years ago in Psyche
Clockwork Disaster
When I was thirteen I fell off a roof and snapped my pelvic girdle into a few angry pieces. It wasnβt the worst time, but it was definitely a bad time. To top it off, I haven't had a good strike on a soccer ball since. One particularly abrasive summer in in Tennessee I found myself in a brawl at a small university close to the border. I was dragged away by my friends with a cracked orbital socket and bruised lungs. I was not aware one could bruise something so deep inside themselves. Something our body needs and protects with the best defenses evolution could muster against blunt force trauma. It hurt, but again, I healed. They say we always come back to whole after long enough. I always did.
By Zak Klapperich5 years ago in Psyche
A Bipolar Checks in during March
Not everybody knows or will admit that mental health is connected to bodily health and spiritual health. Last year, I was looking and feeling good about myself. This year it's all gone downhill. Last year I weighed about 165 pounds and I liked what I saw in the mirror and in photographs. This year in March 2021, I'm up to 200 pounds and I hate myself.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman5 years ago in Psyche
Bipolar disorder
what a world and the minds we share. Being bipolar is horrid and thereβs so much mysticism and mixed realities. Being bipolar brings loss of consciousness, understanding complex emotions, being able to feel and understand what has someone gone through in the past through stories and mass empathy. itβs a scary place itβs like a whole other realm of hurtful but blissful thoughts and moods. Confusion is a big fluctuate I deal with and try to overcome. I hurt those who love me without realizing whatβs happening to me.
By Alejandro Bojorquez5 years ago in Psyche
