After watching that Stephen Fry documentary, I had a lot to think about. I really hide my symptoms from others and myself, so that even I can think that I don't have a problem. I'm on medication, so I want desperately to believe that my medication will stop the cycling, so I'm dishonest with myself about the symptoms. I can't do this anymore.
My parents are moving, so they asked me to clear out all my old books. I came across some of my old teenage diaries, and they were like a punch in the stomach. I describe my parents being angry at me because I'm always "too happy," "so happy I'm annoying them" or "too depressed." I get especially mad when they say I'm too happy because, as I put it "do they want me to be f*cking depressed like I was last month?"
There is reckless behaviour... skipping school to mess around with my (adult) boyfriend, breaking up with him, pursuing other men relentlessly. Lucky for me, I was often unsuccessful I'm still trying to have a sense of humour about this.
I hadn't forgotten I had done these things, I had just never seen them in this way, as a symptom of this crap-tacular illness.
I was so high the past three weeks... drawing and painting and working and running and cooking and I just never needed to stop or really even sleep, although I'm scared enough from times past that I did make myself sleep a few hours each night. I was thinking, yay! The lithium works! I feel amazing! It pains me to think that this means it probably wasn't working.
Anyways, now I feel like I'm swinging downwards and the contrast frightens me so much. I woke up this morning and my husband told me I forgot to put the dinners I made last night in the refrigerator and says he put them away for me. And right away the thoughts kick in "Oh, I'm such an idiot... a moron.. f***ing loser... I should just die." I went back to bed and stayed there. I probably would have stayed all day, but I'm really really trying to fight this, to have some sort of control, so I made myself get up at 10 am and headed to school, of course awfully late. It is such a stark contrast to the last few weeks. I want to have control over these feelings, and I think it's my fault... like if I just pushed the negative thoughts out of my head I could go on feeling happy forever.
Sorry for blabbing on. I just felt like getting that out and hope maybe someone knows what I mean.
My parents are moving, so they asked me to clear out all my old books. I came across some of my old teenage diaries, and they were like a punch in the stomach. I describe my parents being angry at me because I'm always "too happy," "so happy I'm annoying them" or "too depressed." I get especially mad when they say I'm too happy because, as I put it "do they want me to be f*cking depressed like I was last month?"
There is reckless behaviour... skipping school to mess around with my (adult) boyfriend, breaking up with him, pursuing other men relentlessly. Lucky for me, I was often unsuccessful I'm still trying to have a sense of humour about this.
I hadn't forgotten I had done these things, I had just never seen them in this way, as a symptom of this crap-tacular illness.
I was so high the past three weeks... drawing and painting and working and running and cooking and I just never needed to stop or really even sleep, although I'm scared enough from times past that I did make myself sleep a few hours each night. I was thinking, yay! The lithium works! I feel amazing! It pains me to think that this means it probably wasn't working.
Anyways, now I feel like I'm swinging downwards and the contrast frightens me so much. I woke up this morning and my husband told me I forgot to put the dinners I made last night in the refrigerator and says he put them away for me. And right away the thoughts kick in "Oh, I'm such an idiot... a moron.. f***ing loser... I should just die." I went back to bed and stayed there. I probably would have stayed all day, but I'm really really trying to fight this, to have some sort of control, so I made myself get up at 10 am and headed to school, of course awfully late. It is such a stark contrast to the last few weeks. I want to have control over these feelings, and I think it's my fault... like if I just pushed the negative thoughts out of my head I could go on feeling happy forever.
Sorry for blabbing on. I just felt like getting that out and hope maybe someone knows what I mean.