Refresh

Yes, I’m trying this again.  I’ve been writing journal entries to myself lately and decided to bring my writing to the web.  At the moment this blog is private, but if I manage to keep up with updates, I’ll open it up to the public.

In terms of what’s new, I’ve deleted a good portion of my writing on this blog and changed the look and name.  What’s especially refreshing, however, is that I’m now on the other side of a nasty depression. 

Let’s back up.  

My last entry was written one month into a hypomanic episode.  (Anyone who has ever been any degree of manic should chuckle knowingly at this- mania tends to inspire a person into taking up old- or new- hobbies and committing to them greatly for a brief period of time.)  A combination of dropping a strong medication and graduating from college sent my mental system haywire.  I liken the second aspect to Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer: one moment of pure joy makes me cuckoo bananas. 

I was between psychiatrists at the time.  Dr. Win, my trusty psychiatrist through my college years, had to close her practice for a more lucrative and stable position due to family issues.  At the time she decided to do this, things couldn’t seem any better for me.  I had been doing so well, in fact, that Dr. Marc and I were throwing out words like “remission” and wondering if we might be able to close up shop.

God, that seems like a lifetime away.

It was hardly a week after graduation that I stopped sleeping.  (Sleep is your most sensitive barometer of mental wellness, especially for but not exclusively to those who are mentally ill.)  I’ve had problems with insomnia since the fourth grade, but I always found that I severely missed the sleep I wasn’t having- I wasn’t missing sleep now.  I was feeling no pain. 

Seeing as I’m relentlessly neurotic, it was hardly a heartbeat before I hopped on over to my bestie, WebMD.  A couple days into my sleeplessness I emailed Dr. Win- “I’m having all the symptoms of mania except that I’m not being reckless.”

“Sounds like you’re hypomanic.”

She prescribed me a new medication and told me to hang tight until I saw my new psychiatrist, Dr. G, who she recommended as her replacement and is my current psychiatrist.

My first appointment with Dr. G was colorful.  I was able to give an amusingly thorough and comprehensive account of my mental health history.  I walked away from that appointment with three diagnoses: bipolar II (which would later be changed to bipolar I), obsessive-compulsive disorder, and generalized anxiety disorder. 

I’d had diagnoses thrown around for most of my life, but never had I had anything securely in place.  I never had anything I could identify with or come to understand as the reasons behind my quirkiness. 

I soon became acquainted with words like “rapid-cycling” and “ultra rapid-cycling” and “ultra-ultra rapid-cycling” (better known as “ultradian rapid-cycling”) and the terror that is “mixed moods”.  If you were ever under the impression that mania merely consists of being super stoked all the time, you should come to learn these definitions, as well as the kind of damage a person in an excessively good mood can do.  You should be aware of unbearable anxiety and uncalled-for irritability.  You should know that a person will do and say things they can't take back.  You should be aware of the fact that what goes up must come down. 

Like. A. Bitch.

Dr. G wouldn’t even say the word.  She called it “the big D”.  We did everything to prevent it, but to no avail.

I spent two seasons under the thumb of the big D.  We tried countless medications to manage it, only to end up back on the medication I initially dropped before graduation, the one that was supposedly unnecessarily strong.

Such is life.

10 months later, I’m not sure what I’m going to do with myself.  Initially I had to put off getting a job because of the mania, then it was the depression, now it’s the side effects.  Yes, I realize that I'm running out of excuses- I don’t know what I would do even if I was 100%.  I feel like I’m not good for anything except my story, which may be what inspired this writing.  

I believe I have a story to tell.

So, let’s see if I can stop being a lazy-ass and write.