bipolar

Bipolar disorder; understanding the highs, the lows and the in between.

I'm Gonna Win, Despite Being Bipolar!
Although my psychiatrist diagnosed me as being bipolar back in 2015, I was neither told of nor treated for it until three years later. The explanation for the delay was simple: My files were "lost in the paperwork."
By Chuck Hinson7 years ago in Psyche
Going Through Life with Bipolar Disorder
I recently was diagnosed with Bipolar II Disorder in April. I was in a mental hospital in the capital city. Only 45 minutes away from my home. I came in an ambulance from the emergency room in my hometown. I took the advice from my OBGYN nurse to go to the ER. I was feeling very overwhelmed, and just not me. When they told me I was going to go to a facility, I freaked out. I didn't want to go and that type of hospital scares me. I ran. I ran out of the hospital, straight to my car and went to a friend's house. My friend was watching my younger daughter, and my oldest was at school. I thought I had rights to refuse to go, but I didn't. The cops found me at the school picking up my oldest daughter. They took me back to the hospital and transferred me to the hospital 45 minutes away from home. I didn't know where I was. I just knew the name of the hospital. I spent a week there. The first day I didn't want to come out of my room. I just wanted to call my fiancee. It sucked. That same day, I talked to a nurse practitioner. He diagnosed me with bipolar disorder. How he explained it, I'm in the middle, between manic depression and very low (hardcore) depression. This was part of postpartum depression I was experiencing. Yes, you can have postpartum depression after having a baby (toddler) and being pregnant at the same time. I had a nurse tell me I couldn't and she just looked at me in disgust. She was terrible. I think she was having a bad day at the ER that day...
By Jessica Slade7 years ago in Psyche
Plagued: Living with the Voices
It was like I was in a nightmare. It started when I was first hospitalized. I accidentally overdosed on melatonin tablets, only desperately trying to go to sleep after being sleep-deprived for nearly 20 hours. I ended up unresponsive, unable to move, and my best friend was there at the time. She saw that something was wrong, and she knocked on the door next to mine to tell my aunt what was going on. I remember my aunt squeezing my hand and telling me that if she could hear me, I should squeeze her hand. I did so, just barely. Soon enough, the ambulance came and rushed me to the hospital.
By Cynthia B.7 years ago in Psyche
Analyzing Conflict Between My Different Mental States
To begin this conflict analysis, it would be most suitable to discuss the beginning of the conflict, which was August 11, 1997. Coincidentally enough, it’s also the date of my birth. Though it may seem strange, my conflict analysis won’t be between myself and another person, so to speak, but between myself and myself. While I don’t remember much from this date up until a few years ago, except for a few glimpses and flashes of memories, it’s safe to say that the origin of my internal conflict has been with me since birth. This mysterious origin is a hereditary mental illness, passed down to me by my father, which makes me feel like two or more different people in constant conflict—bipolar disorder.
By Vans Life7 years ago in Psyche
Life with Bipolar Disorder
Bipolar disorder affects as many as 60 million people worldwide. Bipolar is a lifelong chronic illness for which there is no cure. Someone living with this disorder will experience revolving episodes of depressive and manic behavior, each episode lasting for a week or more at a time. Due to the nature of this illness, many who are diagnosed as bipolar also have at least one other mental disorder diagnosis such as Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD), Dissociative Personality Disorder, PTSD, and Schizophrenia.
By Kristin Wilson7 years ago in Psyche
The Fight of My Life
I have a dream that I've been dreaming about since junior high school. I love writing and I love music. If I were able to put them both together, that'd be amazing. But being a songwriter, you have to know that right people and I don't know people. I don't like people. People make me anxious. I don't like feeling anxious.
By Janice Page7 years ago in Psyche
Are You Actually Bipolar? Now You Know
Chances are you've heard more people than not claim that they are bipolar. The truth is if they actually knew what "bipolar" was, they wouldn't use the term so lightly.
By Vans Life7 years ago in Psyche
Coping with Bipolar Disorder
Anyone who has bipolar disorder knows how hard it can be to oscillate between two extremes. What are the two extremes? Mania makes you feel like a superhero, while on the other hand, depression makes you feel like the worst person in the world. Going back and forth can feel like chaos.
By Paisley Hansen7 years ago in Psyche
The Search for Khadijah (Pt 3)
The world couldn’t understand my total sadness day in and day out. I wanted to fly away, high over the mountains and low under the sea.
By KC Taylor7 years ago in Psyche
You Won't Hear This Often
It's not the best subway station, with its blue tiled walls, and cement floors, flickering lights over head that seemed to follow you around wherever you go. You're sitting on a bench in the middle of the platform, facing the tracks where there were once cars waiting. Now all you see is two black tunnels. You're sitting with your Zara combat-boots on the seat, and your chin resting on your knees. You waft away a strand of light brown hair away from your face and get up. Wandering about the half lit station, you stumble into the bathroom, but make sure there is no one following you in. You locked the doors and now your hands are planted firmly against the marble sink, and you look straight into your own eyes.
By Layla Elkassih7 years ago in Psyche
The Search for Khadijah
How far do I have to go? Many times I’ve tried to commit suicide, but I was a coward not able to end the book called life. I wanted out sooner than later, with no excuses.
By KC Taylor7 years ago in Psyche
Wahalalafia (Part 13)
I realised that I am mortal when I was lying down. Sometimes we take life for granted, it's ridiculous. I realise that. I have to make every moment count. As you know, I'm a floater, so sometimes it's difficult to keep my feet and mind on the ground. I don’t know why it’s difficult for me to keep my feet on the ground. I’ve always been expressive in my sentiments, in how I’m feeling, in what I’m doing.
By Marie Osuamoh7 years ago in Psyche