Tuesday, November 2, 2010

November 2, 2010

November 2, 2010

I haven't written in a while because I just felt like I was not going anywhere with what I said.
But I feel the need to keep up with my thoughts today.

I have been feeling very manic lately. Trying to control the mania is becoming a full time job. Are the pills not working anymore? I don't feel like I did before the pills, I still feel like I have some control... but I am slowly losing that control.

I am paranoid. I know I am. I know the paranoia is getting worse. Is this a symptom of Bipolar or of something else? So many websites say it is... and then so many say it isn't. Where is the truth. How do I stop this? I feel the paranoia all day long but it seems much worse at night. Racing thoughts all night. Never ending thoughts. Most times I wish they would just shut up and leave me alone. I'm trying so hard to get to an even level and these damn racing thoughts are not helping. I've looked up how to stop paranoid thoughts and haven't had much luck. Is this what my life is going to be like? I was just begining to think I was normal. A feeling I hadn't had in over a decade. Now I'm back to thinking I'm crazy. Not using the word lightly... really crazy. Taking deep breaths... not helping. No TV when I sleep... not helping. Medication... not helping. There has to be an answer out there.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

September 19, 2010

September 19, 2010

Yesterday was a rough day. For some reason from the time I woke up I felt like I was having an anxiety attack. There was no reason for it either. I wasn't stressed out and there was no outside influence to make me anxious. I felt the same way I do when I am standing in line for a ride at Disney and a bunch of people start crowding around me. It was bad. I made it through going to the mall but being in the elevator just about drove me up a wall. I took a 2nd Zoloft and that took the edge off but didn't take away the feeling all together. Eventually around dinner time the feeling went away and I felt instantly better.
Today was a better day but I did have manic moments where I would snap off about something but nothing too big.
I'm really anxious about the upcoming Disney trip. I think seeing my nieces will make me feel a lot better. I feel very guilty about not seeing them more often. Luckily now that I am working I will be able to afford to go up and see them more often. It does make me happy that Melanie is able to go with my mom to see Tricia, Cat and my nieces.

Friday, September 17, 2010

September 18, 2010

September 18, 2010

I haven't noticed any difference on the Zoloft yet. Dr M said it could take up to 2 full weeks to notice the full power of it. I have noticed the side effects. I constantly have a dry mouth and my desire for food is pretty much gone. My throat actually hurt today from being so dry and I couldn't seem to make it go away. The side effects of the Risperidone are still there but getting better. I guess I don't hate it anymore, just the idea of it.
I have been feeling like there is a manic episode coming. I feel it inside. It's not coming out, which is great, but I certainly feel on edge the last couple of days. I don't think it has shown though. I'm going to have to do some research and discuss it with the group to see if this feeling is unusual or not.
"Wonderland" (my brain) is doing the same old things. Lots of racing thoughts. I feel constantly at battle and in struggle with it. Too many thoughts. Thoughts about anything and everything. Nothing harmful or unpleasant but nothing pleasant either. I'm wondering when that stops... or if it ever will. I'm not seeing things, or at least I don't think I am. I don't seem to see the little things that aren't there anymore. That's a bonus.
Craig went to the dr the other day (to dr M). He has severe depression. Mostly environmental. I kind of envy that. Depression (although awful enough) can be made better. I think I am having such a hard time knowing that my mental illness is forever and will more than likely get worse instead of better. Managed under drugs but I'll never be able to be off the drugs. I've heard of the people who feel they are getting better so they go off the meds and then have full blown hypermanic episodes. They didn't get better... the meds were just doing the job they were made to do. I hope I never feel as if I can get off the meds. I know I can't. Ever. I'm sure it will soon just become a part of my daily life but for now I feel like it is overwhelming me. Being Bipolar overwhelms me. But I am so thankful that I have a label of what it is now. I haven't had an episode in a few days. That is a blessing. But I know it's a waiting game. It's a "how long until the next episode" game.
I'm still sorting through what is a trigger for a hypermanic episode for me. I know that one of them is when I feel someone is not defending me in a conversation. Another is being compared to someone else. There are a list of them but most of them do not happen day to day. Noise is one of them. Noise bothers me still. Too many noises really drives me up a wall. But silence is not an option for me. Silence makes the arguing in my head seem louder. Much louder.
The urge to drink is still there... big time. It's just so odd to me, especially since I am not a drinker. But I constantly crave a drink... but not just one... several. It's really driving me up a wall. I keep trying to tell myself that it's only because I can't drink that I want to drink. Drinking on Bipolar meds is bad. Very bad. It can trigger a hypermanic state that can last for hours or days. I keep reminding myself of that. I sure as heck hope this phase passes soon.
I've been trying to avoid saying "crazy" and "normal" if possible. I've learned in group that these words are just not good to describe myself or anyone else.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

September 15, 2010

September 15, 2010

Meeting night!!!! I had to miss last weeks support group because Melanie was sick. Boo to that!
I guess I missed a lot last week. (remember these are only nicknames b/c I can't give out real names) "Walk-out" had her boyfriend come last week! How wonderful. She says it made her relationship better. What a blessing :) A new member "Wife" joined our group last week. Her husband came with her. He is the one with the mental illness... she is his support.
This week was a good meeting (mostly). "Wife" came alone. She is focused on helping her husband even when he is not able to make it. Apparently he was drunk. Not good for a mental illness patient. "Car" brought her husband tonight!!!!! He finally made it here from Texas with their son!!!! "Car" seemed kind of glowy tonight because her hubby was there. "Car"'s mom was watching their son so it was a little odd not having her their. She is a wonderful lady who always thanks group members for sharing stories. "Car" has now been riding in the back seats of cars that have a child lock on them so she won't (or can't) jump out. It's not getting any better but she says she feels safer in the back now. Progress???
"Homeless" was moved into a mens shelter :) He says it's better than the hotel except all the rules you have to follow. He seemed a little happier tonight even though he says he has been more manic and panic-y lately.
A gentleman joined our group tonight (doubtful he will be back next week). He started off by ranting that he is just looking for a place to fit in. Yay! We love outsiders!!!! Oh... but he doesn't have a mental illness... um... wrong place dude! He kept quiet most of the night until the end. A young girl and her mom were talking about their week and he chimed in that we are ALL starting our stories from the middle and he wants to know the 1st chapter (???) and he advised that she go off her meds and maybe take a look at her home life to make herself "better"!!!!! "Wife" was done with him. She let him know that mental illness isn't something that is environmental... but... mental. Then he started in on how something had to make each of us the way we are and that doctors are only trying to make money off of us and blah blah blah. I finally had enough too. I asked him how he thought mine was environmental?? I come from a good family, good parents, good sister, I have been given almost anything I have wanted in life, I'm educated, working, a good parent, no drugs, no alcohol, no lazy-dazy sex and for the most part I have a great life. How did all of that "make" me have a mental illness? I told him that I have had this since birth. Misdiagnosed as a child. Told to calm down, sit down, too hyper, talks to fast, insomniac.... all to find out at 33 I am Bipolar. I asked him to explain 33 years of bad choices (not usually made with an all there mind). He just sat there blank looking. Everyone else clapped. I wasn't looking for people to clap, but they did. How dare he make the assumption that I can control this without my meds. This was literally the last moment of the meeting. Scott called the meeting at 830 and we all started to leave. Scott (I can call him by his name because he is our leader... not a patient) said he was sorry I couldn't speak more. No biggie. I got a lot out of listening tonight. :) "Walk-out" made progress this week!!! She was able to recognize a panic attack coming and was able to leave the situation with no freak out!!! Yay for her!!!

I went to the doctor today. I told him I like the changes on this dreadful medicine so he left the dosage and Mg's as is. He added Zoloft for my newly diagnosed SAD (Social Anxiety Disorder). It's odd... but I didn't know it had a name until a few weeks ago. Luckily this one is a disorder and not an illness!!!!! ha ha ha. I am hoping that the new medicine takes the edge off social situations and I can start enjoying myself again. I told him that aside from the SAD I do get panic attacks. Mild to moderate ones... but they are getting worse with age. The Zoloft should help with that too. So... I'm 2/3 into a Bipolar cocktail. The new med can be used to treat depression but not typically with Bipolar depression. So if I do ever need an anti-depression pill, I will have to take something else. That would complete my cocktail. There is certainly no drinking alcohol now. But I still want to. A lot.
My side effects are getting annoying. I feel like my body is the Willy Wonka factory! Every few days it's something new and silly or unusual. I gained back some of the weight I had lost. Boo. But I am going to start back on cutting back on food again. My chest has gotten bigger... that would be a bonus if I wanted a bigger chest... but I was happy before hand. Hmmm... maybe that will go away too.
I can't wait until next weeks meeting. Sad, but I look forward to them now. I'm part of a group that most people don't understand... but I'm happy there and they seem happy to have me there. Yay for group!
Disney trip is coming up in a few weeks. Excited beyond belief. Can't wait to see my nieces!!!!! We are going to MNSSHP and I hope the new anxiety med will have kicked in by then. Not too sure how "well" I'm going to be with the crowds and the costumes. Should be interesting... last year was overwhelming but I made it through!
Side note... Crazy is a bad word. People shouldn't use it to describe other people. It's offensive. I used to not think so... but now it irritates me. Just sayin'.

Monday, September 6, 2010

September 6, 2010

September 6, 2010

Trying to cope, still, with taking this second pill. The pill makes me so tired that if I sit for too long I find myself falling asleep. Not good. It takes about 4 hours for the sleepiness to go away. It's not bad if I work because I keep busy and I don't seem to feel the sleepiness as much but I do get groggy.
Pretty excited that my sister and her family are coming down to Disney in early October. I haven't seen my nieces in MONTHS!!!!! It's amazing how much you can miss two people who are so very small. It will be fun to be at Disney with them. Few things are more fun than Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween Party :)
Very happy that my support group is tomorrow night. I wish it were more often. I feel very comfortable with the "regulars" who attend. It's nice being able to talk so freely and not feel like you are being judged or having to try to explain how you feel. They already know how I feel because they have been through the same thing.
My joint pain has pretty much gone away. Such a bonus!!!! I don't feel nearly as weak as I did last week so I guess my body is getting used to the medicine. I am starting to get other side effects which are just as unpleasant and they all seem to come in waves so I guess it could be worse.
Melanie starts the after school play ground time tomorrow. She will be at school an additional hour and a half on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. I hope she has fun, of course she LOVES being on the playground so I'm sure she will. Guess I will find out tomorrow.

Friday, September 3, 2010

September 4, 2010

September 4, 2010

Long day. Started with an argument with mom but that eventually turned into a nice conversation. Picked up the Lovebug and we headed off to EPCOT for the evening. Thank goodness there weren't a ton of people there. The lines were minimal and we pretty much got right on to every attraction we went to. Melanie loved Captain EO and I felt like a kid watching it. No crowds meant no anxiety attacks!!!! There was a point while we were waiting for the firework show to start that I felt the anxiety creeping up on me. We were in a very popular spot to watch the show but I made a point of getting there a hour early to get our seats. When the crowd started showing up I just pulled the stroller behind me so that no one else could get too close. That helped a lot more than I thought it would. I still felt anxious but not to the point where I had to leave. I'm pretty sure the dr will prescribe me an anxiety pill when I see him again. Including the medicine I am on now, that will be 2/3 of the infamous Bipolar cocktail. I wonder if he can give me something to MAKE me go to sleep. I'm getting rather tired of being tired. I used to be able to cope with the not sleeping but now with this medicine I am just grumpy because I'm not sleeping enough. Reading doesn't usually help because it just irritates me to no end! I constantly have to go back and reread a page so then I just lose interest. Going to try and get some sleep. It won't work... but I'm trying...

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

August 31, 2010

August 31, 2010

3rd DBSA group meeting tonight. It's easier to go now since I know my friends and they now know me too. Interesting people. I don't think that any of us would ever really be friends with each other unless it was for this support group. They are not bad people but we all run in different circles and I doubt our paths would ever cross if it weren't for our meetings. Scott wasn't there tonight so Tony led the meeting. Oh boy! He sure talks a lot!!!! There were 2 new people tonight. One woman in her early 40's and a younger man who had his mother with him. He was highly medicated and I assume he usually is. I can't use names so I will give everyone nicknames if I ever talk about them. The meetings are so good. Knowing that there are others out there who are going through what I am is amazing. I have a group of people who don't think I'm odd or different because to them... I am the same. We all have the racing thoughts. Crazy odd racing thoughts. Thoughts that, even with meds, we can't shut off. I was really hoping that the meds would silence these hated thoughts but it doesn't. I can just see and hear them more clearly now. My dreams are still pretty bad and very vivid. I guess they are getting better but not too much. I've been having the urge to drink lately !?! What is that all about??? I'm totally not a drinker but the cravings are there. I have to constantly remind myself that I am NOT allowed to drink on this medication. It can trigger a manic episode and that would not be good. If I do decide to drink in the future it will have to be in a safe environment. I couldn't go out to dinner and drink... that would be careless and I am trying to avoid that.
I'm trying to overcome this insomnia. It's getting pretty bad again. I find myself up all night (hint... it's 1:32am right now) and not getting enough sleep again. I know I need more sleep but habits are hard to break. I always thought of myself as a night owl... but now I know its insomnia. I want to sleep but I can't. It sucks.
My episodes are fewer... I think. I'm still having them but I do think they are getting better. I'm pretty sure I'm in a mixed mode right now. Depressed because I'm not working full time this week but manic because... well... that's who I am. This medication really makes things clearer. Not always in a good way but at least I don't feel like I live in a cloud now.
Is there hope for me??? Who knows. The anxiety is starting up again. Too many noises. Too many people. Too much stuff around me. Noises seem to be the worst right now. More than one noise and I'm done. I hate silence but I can't take all the noises right now. Most of the noise comes from Wonderland (my brain). Wonderland can't be shut off and when you add more noise to it from the real world I go a little bonkers inside.
The real world??!!?? It does exist. It seems less real than Wonderland but that is because Wonderland never stops. The real world eventually goes to sleep. It's amazing how much safer I feel in Wonderland compared to the real world.
I feel like ever since I was diagnosed things have become better and worse all at the same time. Better because I have a label. I know why I am different and I know there are others, like my support group friends, who are different just like me. But worse because I know what this mental illness is all about. Heck, just knowing you have a mental illness falls under the worse category!!! It is worse because I hate my meds. It is worse because my Wonderland is clear now and I can see how messed up my brain really is. Worse because inside I am screaming and crying and trying to be normal but I know on the outside I never will be. Worse because I now know there is a reason behind the way I have always been and I wish I had been diagnosed years ago. Maybe I would have kept a job or friends or relationships. I try to only look ahead to the future but the past is right there and it's hard to avoid.