Showing posts with label Mood Stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mood Stuff. Show all posts

4.02.2008

Just so we're clear...

If any of my blog posts is tagged with the label "Mood Stuff" I encourage you to read it with an open mind...and take a grain of salt along with you.

When I'm on either extreme end of the mood spectrum, the way I think about and perceive myself, other people, events, situations, and life in general is incredibly skewed. I'm writing in the moment, but that's where those thoughts stay. They're not really me, and despite how I may be feeling at any point in time, I haven't completely lost sight of who I really am and the way things really are.

You may be asking why I bother keeping those posts up there anyway. I haven't quite figured it out, but think it's so that people can have a better understanding of what life can often be like when experienced by somebody who has mood fluctuations, whether caused by bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety disorder, dysthymia, cyclothymia, or other related conditions.

Anybody can read about any of those things in textbooks, but how often does one hear subjective perspectives from people who are living it? In my life, as a result of being fairly open about myself, I have come across people who have been recently diagnosed with an affective condition or would like to know how to support a loved one. I'm able to tell them about it, and they're able to read about it.

So right now, while I'm having a fairly stable day, let me tell you that I don't hate my life, that I do believe that there is meaning and purpose in it, and that I intend to continue pursuing God's will for it. Writing about my darker days may be a part of that:

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.

-2 Corinthians 1:3-5

As a counselor in training and an experienced Marie, I am in love with that verse. There are people out there who believe that Christians should never have to feel sad, anxious, depressed or fearful, because they have Christ in them. If they do happen to feel that way, then perhaps they're not really Christian, or they've sinned horribly, or they're just not prayerful or faithful enough.

I am of the belief that this is complete and utter crap.
How can we encourage our brothers and sisters in Christ if nobody needs to be encouraged? How can we "be anxious for nothing" if there is nothing about which to be anxious? How can we "cast our cares on Him" if there are none to cast? How can God show us his comfort and provision if we never need it? Why do two of the Gospels have entire chapters about worry and anxiety if it should never be a part of our lives as Christ followers? To go on would be redundant and a waste of typing.

But anyway, I'm running out of battery power, and I'm off to a Bible study. Thanks for reading. =)

3.27.2008

Trust me, dear, you're better off this way.

(a.k.a. What Remus Lupin and I have in common)

Have you ever been in a position where you feel obligated to protect the people you love from something in your life? You do it because you care deeply about them, and it would break your heart to see them get hurt. You would rather suffer yourself than see other people bear that burden.

They may protest and assert that they want to face it with you no matter what comes of it, because they want to help you. However, you strongly insist that they don't get caught up in it and that it's better off for everybody involved if you stayed away from them.

I have been blessed with this curse. This happens to me on a regular basis. Though my medication has kept me stable enough to get through life, sometimes it just doesn't work. I have a regular cycle of stability alternating with nearly unbearable mood episodes every four to six weeks.

If it's depression, I'll cry and feel sad and anxious for no reason. Everything people say and do I start to take personally, which makes it worse. I start to feel uncomfortable and unsure of myself in social situations, and eventually I'll shut down completely.

Satan totally takes advantage of the fact that my defenses are down. When I'm not confident that I am the person that God created me to be, that's the perfect time for him to put lies in my head, and he knows it. So it starts out as a biological thing and is affected by environmental factors, and then I'm completely susceptible to spiritual attacks. Not happy at all.

Though they are usually of the depressive variety, sometimes I get mixed episodes, which involve the standard depressive symptoms of despair, anxiety, and hopelessness, combined with the impulsivity, irritability, and irrational thinking of mania.

This is actually the most dangerous symptom of bipolar disorder, because you don't care about your life and you are very likely to make poor, extreme, and often dangerous decisions (many suicides have happened during mixed episodes, for example). You're apathethic about the consequences of your behavior, and as a result, many people get hurt in the process. I usually end up saying and doing things that I need to apologize for later. Picking up the pieces in the aftermath of an episode is one of the hardest things in the world.

When people see me sad and crying, it's their natural inclination to ask what is wrong and what they can do. People want to help, and that is what they know. Not being able to give them an answer can be very frustrating. It's not simply enough to say that your brain chemistry makes you feel emotions without causation, especially if people don't understand how mental illness works, and most especially if they don't think that I have it.

When I don't respond, refuse their offers, or isolate myself, it seems to most people like I'm trying to push them away. That's the furthest thing from the truth. I appreciate their offers to help, but being around people when I'm feeling this way makes me feel more anxious and usually exacerbates the situation.

I don't need sympathy or advice, and I don't need scripture quoted to me or anything of that sort. I love God and I believe the Bible, and I've read the passages most people use hundreds of times. I truly believe them and that I am not a horrible waste of a human life. It's my mind that's messed up, but God owns my heart, and despite how I feel or what I may say, I don't give in to the lies. I just need to wait for the storm to pass.

It's a very natural thing for people, especially men, to immediately seek a way to solve a problem, but this one has no solution. The best way to help me is to spend time with me, don't ask questions, hand me a kleenex, give me a hug, or involve me in something fun. Understand that I'm feeling sad and that nothing you can say can make it go away. If you can't do that, then it's better off to leave me alone.

It's for your own good. I hate the person I become and the fact that I can't control myself when I'm feeling that way. It's a real-life Jekyll and Hyde situation. It's also very much like the life of a werewolf. When that full moon appears, he is no longer a man but a monster, and until he returns to his human form, he is uncontrollable and dangerous to the people in his life. There have been too many times where people have abandoned me because they couldn't handle me.

I love my friends, but I'm scared of getting too close to them. If one day something happens that screws everything up, I'll lose them too. If I need to avoid the world for a day or two, it's because I value my relationships with you, and I don't want to be alone in the long run. I'm trying to protect you from me and I won't let you be exposed to me no matter what you say. I'm alright 90% of the time, but most of the people I've met don't know what to do with the other 10%. In earlier times, they kept people like me locked up. Sometimes I choose to do so, for the greater good.

Prayer isn't necessary. Feelings pass. Sure, you could try praying for healing, but I am fully convinced that God chooses not to heal in my case. I'm not falling away from God at all. All of that stuff about Christians never needing to feel sad or angry because God is in their lives, and that the presence of negativity means that I'm sinning or not being faithful, is complete crap. Implying that I am doesn't help me at all.

Despite the occasional periods of despair, my diagnosis has brought about many great things. I am highly creative, highly motivated, ambitious, and intensely sensitive. I have experienced most things at a much deeper level that everybody else. I am able to help and encourage people who have been in my situation. Most of all, I have learned to trust God. Some of my greatest spiritual moments have happened while I was bouncing back from an episode.

For these reasons and more, it is worth the suffering, since I am able to make a difference in this world. I'm usually back to my old self in a day or two. Call, visit or email to check in if you wish, but don't take it personally if I don't respond until I'm ready to face the world again. Take care and God bless.

3.26.2008

Stuff on my mind

  • My group dynamics professor thinks I'm going to be a bad counselor, yet it's a field I've devoted myself to and believe I would be good at.
  • My classmates don't know me, don't understand me, and don't seem to want to know me, since, according to them, I am hard to read
  • I wish I weren't sick. Mood episodes suck. When you get never-ending crying spells and feel angry, anxious, and sad for no reason whatsoever, it sucks. Nobody understands bipolar disorder, or any other mental illness for that matter.
  • People always ask what is wrong, what happened, and what they can do, but that makes me feel worse. Then everything else makes you feel worse. It's just better to avoid everybody and not have to bother with trying to explain how I feel. Sometimes I wish I were never born so I wouldn't have to put up with it.
  • I have yet to meet someone who would be willing to put up with the occasional mood episode. In the past I've driven people away. I doubt that I'll ever be able to have a meaningful relationship without screwing it up somehow.
  • There are many things I want to pursue and accomplish in my life, but I don't feel motivated, and I don't have energy or enthusiasm, and I don't know why. I feel like I'm wasting my life, but I'm not sure what to do.
  • My quick launch bar refuses to say in the order in which I set it up, and the folders in my file manager won't stay organized with the details I want to see.

10.07.2007

I should probably add...

...that the overwhelming feelings of despair from my last post came to me about an hour after I got back from the amazing evening of worship at my old church.

Coincidence? I think not.

Fortunately, I was fine after a few hours thanks to friends who reminded me that they love me and that the thoughts in my head were lies from the enemy.

Thanks friends. I love you too.

(Also, Happy Birthday to the incredibly awesome Bob L.)

This is ridiculous.

As if it's not difficult enough for the average person to find a job, I currently have the following also working against me:

  • I live in the state of Michigan near its capital city
  • I can only work up to about 20 hours per week
  • I don't have a car so I need to find a job I can either walk or take the bus to
  • The listings are pretty scarce these days
Furthermore, after my recent attempts to gain and maintain employment, I have no idea what I'm qualified for any more.

I have what plenty of people consider to be an impressive skill set, and my work experience covers a variety of settings. None of this seems to matter, however, because I have a stupid diagnosis that makes me doubt myself and my abilities, makes it hard for me to handle even the tiniest bit of stress, makes it hard for me to talk to and/or deal with people, makes me ultra sensitive to remarks by others, even the most constructive criticism, and affects my concentration, energy level and self-esteem, among other things.

With all of that going on, I may as well be a high school dropout (no offense to high school dropouts), because it renders any job potential I might have utterly useless.

I don't have much in the way of savings, and with school and living expenses and such, I'm scared that I'll be forced to drop out of my grad program, move back home, and find a little mindless job whose pay won't even make a dent in the amount of student loan debt I owe after 7 years of undergrad. I'd be a slave to the government, though I'd probably die of old age before I'm able to completely pay it all off.

Since I seem to be having trouble with job stuff, who's to say that I won't have the same problem after I graduate 3 years and several thousands of dollars more from now with my big fancy Masters degree and try to find employment? Maybe I should give up now while there's still time.

I'm having an okay time at home this weekend, but the inevitable continues to linger in the back of my head. So please don't be offended if I have to type a big giant instance of the word FUCK to express how I feel right now.

I don't know what to do with myself, and I hate it.

9.18.2007

An open invitation

Being open about living with bipolar disorder can be a bit risky in a society where myths and stigma about mental illness abound, but more good than bad has come out of it for me. An example of this is the large number of people I have encountered in life who have come to me to share similar stories.

We've met for coffee, cried together, prayed together, and encouraged each other. It's great to know that you're not alone in your struggles, and that there are people you can talk to without the fear of being judged, because they've been there and they understand.

With that in mind, I am inviting anyone who has ever struggled with anxiety, depression, or any other similar circumstance to meet up at Espresso Royale this Thursday evening at around 6:30ish. It will be a casual, informal chance to get to know people and to share stories and fun times.

Depending on how things go, this may be a regulary occuring thing. It's not quite a support group, prayer group, bible or book study, but we may incorporate elements of each.

I'm filing this under the code name of C3: Crisis, Coffee & Christ. I feel like it needed a name, and I love alliteration. A lot.

So yes, please come and enjoy some good coffee, some great company, and some amazing stories, invite people to come along, and email me with any questions.

9.13.2007

Life is starting to get better.

I got up to Level 19 in Tetris last night. Rockin'.

As for the rest of life, so far, so good. The sun's out, the cat loves me, and I get to see my therapist today and go to a support group. I don't have work or class either, and they found my missing paycheck.

9.12.2007

An emancipation proclamation

What I wrote in my last entry about the transportation situation is seriously not the depression talking. I've decided that if I can't get someplace on my own, then I'm not going to go. There are plenty of things I would love to be a part of (e.g. a community band, a class or two at Riv, etc.) but with every thing I want to commit to, it's another person I have to take advantage of. The emancipation refers not to my freedom, but to everyone else's.

One day after I pay off the 7 years of undergrad loan debt, along with whatever I accrue from grad school, and save up enough money, I can purchase a vehicle of some sort, but until then, I refuse to bother anyone any more. No more rides to church, even if it means having to give up helping out with the groups that I work with, or giving up going there completely. There are a couple of places here within walking distance of my place. This has to happen. Don't try to feel sorry for me or convince me otherwise. It will hurt for a little bit, but I'll be alright.

9.10.2007

Random thoughts from a troubled heart

I'm tired of constantly having to ask people for rides. It makes me feel like a parasite rather than a friend. I hate the feeling of people being stuck with me. I wonder if they resent me, and if we would be better friends if they didn't have to drive me around like a pathetic middle school kid.

Maybe I should stop completely. I can depend solely on my feet and on public transportation so I can stop being a burden to people, even if this means I that I have to find a new church that isn't so far away or something.

I'm just fooling myself when it comes to the friends I think I have. Most of my "friends" are merely acquaintances. I don't know them as well as I would like to, and they certainly don't know me. Within any of my groups, everyone else seems to be closer to each other and I feel like an insider on the outside.

I have nothing to offer my friends. Sometimes I make them laugh, I guess, but I think I use humor as a subconscious defense mechanism. The jokes are usually self-deprecating. When people don't understand my subtle, witty jokes, I get frustrated.

Ever since I could remember I've had trouble talking to people. I always feel so different from everyone else, and I wish I could stop focusing on what we don't have in common. People intimidate me. I'm too serious and reserved for most people. Small talk annoys me. I'm not fun enough, and I'm not good at the things they like to do. It makes me feel so socially awkward and inept.

I don't always give people a chance to know me. It's like I have to constantly protect myself. Sometimes I just don't want to deal with people asking questions like "What's wrong?" that really have no answer. I can't win either way though. It's hard to open up to new people because I don't really want to deal with the explaining aspect of things.

If I don't say something about my depressive episodes, they won't understand why I feel this way. At the same time, if I do, they they'll preemptively generalize judge me by whatever they have learned in the past about bipolar disorder and mental illness in general. That scares me.

In the past, when I've tried to talk to someone, they will immediately say that none of what I'm saying is true. This sucks because it seems as if they weren't even listening to me or trying to put themselves in my shoes to understand how I feel. A lack of validation and empathy makes it not even worth it to talk to people, so most of the time I just keep things to myself. There's nothing that can be done except to wait a few days for the episode to pass.

7.18.2007

I know I'm rapid cycling, but this is ridiculous.

So yeah, I'm fine now. 24 hours ago my life had no purpose and I spent the day hiding from the world because I didn't want anyone to be exposed to my dark cloud depressed self.

I even wrote a few lyrics in an attempt to express the void inside of me:

I wish I didn't have to see you laugh or smile
I want to be happy too but something's forcing me into denial
Now misery and apathy are the clothes I wear
How can you know this about me and still want to be there?

Today I woke up with the sun shining and a dog licking my face and I've had a pleasant day thus far; not too exciting, but still a nice contrast from the day before. I'm back to being Just Marie. Not Depressed Marie or Hypomanic Marie, just me. There are times where I wonder, "Is what I'm thinking or doing really me, or are the bipolar symptoms clouding my judgement of who I am?" Plenty of illnesses affect the body, but this one often affects my mind to the point of where I question my very identity, and that can be torturous.

Thank goodness I have my God, my family, and my friends to remind me of who I am and that I do have worth and purpose. You know that 85-90% of the time I am me: creative, devoted, goofy, and in love with life. The question is, are you willing to accept the rest of it?

(I'm like a sweater on the clearance rack covered with snags, on the verge of unraveling, but still in one piece and perfectly functional. Great; now I have a Weezer song stuck in my head.)

(Oh yeah, and if you were wondering, "rapid cycling" is a characteristic of some bipolar patients where their moods fluctuate very quickly. It confuses the heck out of people, as you can imagine.)

7.17.2007

If I believed in luck, 17 would probably not be my lucky number.

I've been pretty miserable and depressed all day. I won't bore you with details, but what's strange is that the last time I felt this way was exactly three months ago on the 17th of April. The reason I know this is that I blogged about it. Guess blogs can be useful after all.

Anyway, it's not quite as bad as last time, which is good. I kind of want to talk to someone, but I can't get ahold of the people I want to get in touch with the most, so I'll do what I always do when I'm down: stay in my room, hide from the world, use up a box of Kleenex, and sleep as much as possible.

Don't worry about me. Nobody else is. Besides, it happens on a fairly regular basis. Based on previous patterns, things usually get better in a few days. At least I'm consistent.

I'll stop talking now and let John Mayer's lyrics speak for me:

Would you want me when I'm not myself?
Wait it out while I am someone else?

And I, in time, will come around;
I always do for you.