This week I’ve been reading about another blogger who writes on the subject of bipolar. She recently went to an awards ceremony which celebrated blogging and it struck me that she missed a trick there. She took the opportunity to speak about the condition and the benefits of blogging but if it was me, I think I’d try to get something a bit bigger going.
It has been suggested that the effects of a hypomanic episode could be linked to evolution. The person affected learns quicker, produces more work, becomes more creative, basically, excels during that time.
So just think about an award ceremony setting. That many bipolar type 2 people in one room. If we could synchronise our next hypomanic episode to coincide with a large gathering like a ceremony I reckon we’d have the combined power, speed, determination, creativity and the motivation to take over the world. And no one would suspect a thing, so no one could stop us!!
It’s genius. Of course we’d have to be careful. There’s bound to be at least one bipolar type 1 amongst us who gets over excited and tries to encourage a rogue faction of manic shoppers. No one can take over the world in 8 inch heels without a good supply of corn plasters, girls, and I’m not giving anyone a piggy back in my hour of glory.
I think if we time it right we could be in charge for a good four, maybe five days before the paranoia kicks in and we all have to go back to bed for a bit.
What an incredible 4 days they will be.
Saturday 26 April 2014
Saturday 19 April 2014
10. Choose Your Chocolates Wisely
I know I recommended to you last week that you should try to tell those around you how you’re feeling in order to survive the tougher times. I’d like to make an addendum to that and say that you might want to be a little bit picky about who you choose to tell.
I am trying to tell my husband a lot more often when things aren’t quite right with me and after the come down I’ve experienced recently I was finding today particularly hard to deal with. I told him this and I suppose that he did his best to help considering he is new to all this too. He tried the classic ‘life is like a box of chocolates,’ line but then he didn’t know when to stop. He proceeded to describe each and every ‘life’ chocolate in great detail, sometimes losing the plot along the way.
Apparently there’s the soft, gooey, coffee flavoured chocolates, his personal favourite I might add. Presumably those are the good days in life. Then there’s the tough, horrible, toffee chocolates (bad days?). And then sometimes you come across a surprise strawberry filling (no idea what day this is. Sunday perhaps). And sometime you come across a nutty one (presumably you should try to avoid marrying that one).
‘But there are also those nice dessert chocolates that you buy me for my birthday. I like those,’ he says.
And there you have it.
I am trying to tell my husband a lot more often when things aren’t quite right with me and after the come down I’ve experienced recently I was finding today particularly hard to deal with. I told him this and I suppose that he did his best to help considering he is new to all this too. He tried the classic ‘life is like a box of chocolates,’ line but then he didn’t know when to stop. He proceeded to describe each and every ‘life’ chocolate in great detail, sometimes losing the plot along the way.
Apparently there’s the soft, gooey, coffee flavoured chocolates, his personal favourite I might add. Presumably those are the good days in life. Then there’s the tough, horrible, toffee chocolates (bad days?). And then sometimes you come across a surprise strawberry filling (no idea what day this is. Sunday perhaps). And sometime you come across a nutty one (presumably you should try to avoid marrying that one).
‘But there are also those nice dessert chocolates that you buy me for my birthday. I like those,’ he says.
And there you have it.
Saturday 12 April 2014
9. Black Holes
I started this blog with some trepidation, but I must admit it has helped me to focus on my condition in a way that I haven’t ever done before. However, in focussing on it more keenly I seem to have more and more questions about the condition.
I’d never read anything about Type 2 that relates to hallucinations or voices but the trusty old internet (surely it’s never wrong?) says that these are symptoms of Type 1, the more serious condition. I very much doubt I have Type 1 just because I have seen how hard it is for people to deal with and my hypomanic episodes don’t even vaguely resemble a manic episode in severity. So what’s going on? Could I have more than one condition? Wouldn’t that be fun! Most people collect spoons or Barbie’s but no, not me. I’ve started collecting psychotic disorders. So it’s on my ‘To Do’ list to speak to my psychiatrist and find out once and for all what’s going on.
Since writing this blog I’ve found a site that states hallucinations can occur in type 2 sufferers and that they will only appear in line with an episode of depression or mania, not during ‘remission’ which seems to match my symptoms. Phew. I’d hate to be considered weird or anything.
The last time I went I told him about the few episodes I’ve had (before I was diagnosed mostly) in which I was obviously experiencing a hypomanic episode from what my friends tell me. I was chatty and talking at 100 mph as well as telling jokes and making everyone laugh. But ask me when this was or who I was with and I couldn’t tell you. On three occasions I’ve been told by friends that I was doing or saying something and I don’t remember being in that time or place. After years of carrying this around I told my psychiatrist who reliably informed me that this is not normal. I’m not sure why I needed a psychiatrist to tell me this! I never really got an answer on that. Saying that, this is the same psychiatrist who once told me that I seem to have a heightened awareness of my condition. My condition is in my head, I couldn’t be more aware of it if I stepped in it.
My problem with having periods in my life in which I can’t recall a thing is not knowing for sure how many periods like this I’ve actually had and that’s when bipolar can become quite a scary condition.
So then I wanted to know whether bipolar is one of those things that with proper medication and a banana a day, would eventually go away. And it would appear I’m living in cloud cuckoo land if I believe that. There are periods in between hypomanic and depressive episodes where normality reigns. Some call these ‘periods of remission’. But I’ve also discovered that there are aspects of bipolar which can exist between episodes. I believe I suffer these as I’m rarely comfortable that I’m ever experiencing anything truly ‘normal’.
I find it equally odd that at times when I’m going through a hypomanic episode, I don’t know anything is wrong until I come out of it. Looking back is the only way I can tell that things haven’t been quite right, which makes it difficult to fill in a mood diary when you feel perfectly ok. Funnily enough it’s usually after these happy, more wired episodes that I feel I’m not sure I can carry on like this. It makes sense if you think about it. If you had the power to do anything you wanted, the conviction that you were capable of achieving those things and the belief that things could only get better for you for weeks and then you woke up one day to find that all of those things had been taken away from you, you might feel that you don’t want to keep going through that cycle of feelings either. It’s a tough fall to break and I quite often feel very battered by the landing.
Knowing why things are happening doesn’t make them any easier, but it does remind you that it won’t last forever.
I’d never read anything about Type 2 that relates to hallucinations or voices but the trusty old internet (surely it’s never wrong?) says that these are symptoms of Type 1, the more serious condition. I very much doubt I have Type 1 just because I have seen how hard it is for people to deal with and my hypomanic episodes don’t even vaguely resemble a manic episode in severity. So what’s going on? Could I have more than one condition? Wouldn’t that be fun! Most people collect spoons or Barbie’s but no, not me. I’ve started collecting psychotic disorders. So it’s on my ‘To Do’ list to speak to my psychiatrist and find out once and for all what’s going on.
Since writing this blog I’ve found a site that states hallucinations can occur in type 2 sufferers and that they will only appear in line with an episode of depression or mania, not during ‘remission’ which seems to match my symptoms. Phew. I’d hate to be considered weird or anything.
The last time I went I told him about the few episodes I’ve had (before I was diagnosed mostly) in which I was obviously experiencing a hypomanic episode from what my friends tell me. I was chatty and talking at 100 mph as well as telling jokes and making everyone laugh. But ask me when this was or who I was with and I couldn’t tell you. On three occasions I’ve been told by friends that I was doing or saying something and I don’t remember being in that time or place. After years of carrying this around I told my psychiatrist who reliably informed me that this is not normal. I’m not sure why I needed a psychiatrist to tell me this! I never really got an answer on that. Saying that, this is the same psychiatrist who once told me that I seem to have a heightened awareness of my condition. My condition is in my head, I couldn’t be more aware of it if I stepped in it.
My problem with having periods in my life in which I can’t recall a thing is not knowing for sure how many periods like this I’ve actually had and that’s when bipolar can become quite a scary condition.
So then I wanted to know whether bipolar is one of those things that with proper medication and a banana a day, would eventually go away. And it would appear I’m living in cloud cuckoo land if I believe that. There are periods in between hypomanic and depressive episodes where normality reigns. Some call these ‘periods of remission’. But I’ve also discovered that there are aspects of bipolar which can exist between episodes. I believe I suffer these as I’m rarely comfortable that I’m ever experiencing anything truly ‘normal’.
I find it equally odd that at times when I’m going through a hypomanic episode, I don’t know anything is wrong until I come out of it. Looking back is the only way I can tell that things haven’t been quite right, which makes it difficult to fill in a mood diary when you feel perfectly ok. Funnily enough it’s usually after these happy, more wired episodes that I feel I’m not sure I can carry on like this. It makes sense if you think about it. If you had the power to do anything you wanted, the conviction that you were capable of achieving those things and the belief that things could only get better for you for weeks and then you woke up one day to find that all of those things had been taken away from you, you might feel that you don’t want to keep going through that cycle of feelings either. It’s a tough fall to break and I quite often feel very battered by the landing.
Knowing why things are happening doesn’t make them any easier, but it does remind you that it won’t last forever.
Saturday 5 April 2014
8. Flashing Signs And Beepy Buttons
Humour is something my husband and I have always used to get us through the tough times that my non-stop mental health issues have put us through over the years. It’s hard to say where I’d be without him and it makes me wonder how others, who don’t have a strong framework of support, get by. This is the conversation we had at 6.15 this morning while he dropped me off at the train station.
‘I hate this car. There’s always a light flashing or an alarm beeping on it. It’s becoming less and less like a car and more like a low-standing shed every day. I’m just waiting for the wheels to drop off,’ he says while tapping the petrol light. I’m pretty sure that one needs attention whether it’s lying to him or not.
‘Why don’t you buy a new car?’ I ask.
‘Because we can’t afford it.’
‘Why don’t you swap it for something equally as pointless like an ice cream machine?’
‘How am I going to get to work on an ice cream machine? On a giant trail of Mr Whippy?’
‘Yeah,’ I laugh imagining the congestion that would cause. I can see him in a Mr Freeze outfit.
‘You’re not thinking this through, are you? Then I’d also have to buy a snowboard and that’s MORE cost.’
‘Oh yeah. Silly me.’
It made me think that there are times when you really want something more obvious to happen when you’re not feeling right. A flashing sign, beeping alarm or to turn up at work and find your psychiatrist waiting for you at your desk, picking through your best pens while pocketing a few paperclips. You’d know something was up then. How can you tell people that you’re not feeling right when actually you’re in a fabulous mood, ready to do karaoke at the drop of a hat, stand on tables, throw your knickers* at the DJ and be the life and soul of the party?
Depression is a little different in that it presents itself slightly more obviously, but again, there are a lot of people out there who are very good at hiding just how bad they’re feeling. But generally you can see that someone with depression is very down and not in a normal mental state. You can count the pills in the paracetamol packets every morning and you can keep an eye on things hoping that tomorrow the tide will turn and that person will start to feel better. You can feel slightly active in their care because you’re aware they need some, is what I’m getting at.
But, you try and stop someone experiencing hypomania from being overly happy or overly irritable and you’re likely to find yourself on the business end of a full-scale hissy fit. Rational behaviour like the rest of the world knows and expects from another human being isn’t always on the cards during a hypomanic episode. I would say ‘And certainly not during a manic episode,’ but I would be speculating. I don’t think anyone reading this needs or wants me to do that, but if you suffer these types of episodes yourself and want to leave a comment to educate me and other readers, then we’d be happy to read it.
They say that hypomania is often credited with increased creativity and productive energy. I definitely find this is the case. Most recently it has affected my work because that’s where my focus has been after finishing a long contract, but I have noticed, before diagnosis, that I would have regular and persistent periods where I would commit to something, a hobby say, like art. I would learn everything I could about it almost obsessively, develop very quickly, produce lots of work in a matter of months and then, for no apparent reason, totally lose interest and never go back to it again. Not having any idea what bipolar was at that time I can’t say whether these phases coincided with any mood changes but I suspect there was more going on than I was fully aware of.
My point is (yes I do have one), the best way to let others know how you’re feeling is to tell them. It’s taken me a very long time to come to this conclusion because, as I’ve said before, bipolar can be pretty scary. The symptoms are one thing, but it’s the unknown reactions of others that has scared me more. I don’t want people to look at me differently just because they now know I have a bunch of people talking in my head or because I see werewolves in car parks. I mean really, people, do you have to judge?
The surprising thing is, I don’t think many people do judge. In the few weeks I’ve been posting this blog I’ve had no strange or probing questions, I haven’t found any ambulances pulling up at my front door to take me away. What I have found is a lot of private message from people who find life hard in their own way, telling me they think I’m brave for sharing. And that’s truly lovely to hear. It’s been a relief and a release, because I’ve been carrying this stuff around for a long old time now. Perhaps, with the help of both friends and strangers I’ll be brave enough to let a lot of my issues go and trust that everyone will understand.
*I would like to make the point that I have never thrown my knickers at ANYONE. And that time I threw them at the cat I was actually aiming for the wash basket. Just wanted to make that clear.
‘I hate this car. There’s always a light flashing or an alarm beeping on it. It’s becoming less and less like a car and more like a low-standing shed every day. I’m just waiting for the wheels to drop off,’ he says while tapping the petrol light. I’m pretty sure that one needs attention whether it’s lying to him or not.
‘Why don’t you buy a new car?’ I ask.
‘Because we can’t afford it.’
‘Why don’t you swap it for something equally as pointless like an ice cream machine?’
‘How am I going to get to work on an ice cream machine? On a giant trail of Mr Whippy?’
‘Yeah,’ I laugh imagining the congestion that would cause. I can see him in a Mr Freeze outfit.
‘You’re not thinking this through, are you? Then I’d also have to buy a snowboard and that’s MORE cost.’
‘Oh yeah. Silly me.’
It made me think that there are times when you really want something more obvious to happen when you’re not feeling right. A flashing sign, beeping alarm or to turn up at work and find your psychiatrist waiting for you at your desk, picking through your best pens while pocketing a few paperclips. You’d know something was up then. How can you tell people that you’re not feeling right when actually you’re in a fabulous mood, ready to do karaoke at the drop of a hat, stand on tables, throw your knickers* at the DJ and be the life and soul of the party?
Depression is a little different in that it presents itself slightly more obviously, but again, there are a lot of people out there who are very good at hiding just how bad they’re feeling. But generally you can see that someone with depression is very down and not in a normal mental state. You can count the pills in the paracetamol packets every morning and you can keep an eye on things hoping that tomorrow the tide will turn and that person will start to feel better. You can feel slightly active in their care because you’re aware they need some, is what I’m getting at.
But, you try and stop someone experiencing hypomania from being overly happy or overly irritable and you’re likely to find yourself on the business end of a full-scale hissy fit. Rational behaviour like the rest of the world knows and expects from another human being isn’t always on the cards during a hypomanic episode. I would say ‘And certainly not during a manic episode,’ but I would be speculating. I don’t think anyone reading this needs or wants me to do that, but if you suffer these types of episodes yourself and want to leave a comment to educate me and other readers, then we’d be happy to read it.
They say that hypomania is often credited with increased creativity and productive energy. I definitely find this is the case. Most recently it has affected my work because that’s where my focus has been after finishing a long contract, but I have noticed, before diagnosis, that I would have regular and persistent periods where I would commit to something, a hobby say, like art. I would learn everything I could about it almost obsessively, develop very quickly, produce lots of work in a matter of months and then, for no apparent reason, totally lose interest and never go back to it again. Not having any idea what bipolar was at that time I can’t say whether these phases coincided with any mood changes but I suspect there was more going on than I was fully aware of.
My point is (yes I do have one), the best way to let others know how you’re feeling is to tell them. It’s taken me a very long time to come to this conclusion because, as I’ve said before, bipolar can be pretty scary. The symptoms are one thing, but it’s the unknown reactions of others that has scared me more. I don’t want people to look at me differently just because they now know I have a bunch of people talking in my head or because I see werewolves in car parks. I mean really, people, do you have to judge?
The surprising thing is, I don’t think many people do judge. In the few weeks I’ve been posting this blog I’ve had no strange or probing questions, I haven’t found any ambulances pulling up at my front door to take me away. What I have found is a lot of private message from people who find life hard in their own way, telling me they think I’m brave for sharing. And that’s truly lovely to hear. It’s been a relief and a release, because I’ve been carrying this stuff around for a long old time now. Perhaps, with the help of both friends and strangers I’ll be brave enough to let a lot of my issues go and trust that everyone will understand.
*I would like to make the point that I have never thrown my knickers at ANYONE. And that time I threw them at the cat I was actually aiming for the wash basket. Just wanted to make that clear.
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