Being Bipolar or a Bipolar Being
At the suggestion of Jon, this is sort of a follow up to my post Bipolar Advice; Where to Keep the Grains of Salt.
After reading a recent post on Jane and Cat's Blog, regarding genetics and the nature versus nurture issue as the cause of mental illness, it seemed sort of timely and on topic.
I feel that the reason I said there is a risk of getting desensitized to our natural instincts as to what we need, our bodies need, when we are about to experience a mood swing, etc. is because of the heavy reliance on multiple input.
This input and well intended guidance may come from doctors, therapists, friends, or even material we are researching on our own.
(wait-many years of therapy,etc. are telling me that I should use "I" statements. I do not know how you feel ;)
I believe Jane and Maggs point was that the input from those they trust, their friends is valuable and worthy. Interestingly, it seems that most often in the Bipolar community-especially online, an individual may be manic or depressed yet still be in a spot to offer support to a friend in need. Perhaps, as with many chronic illness', this is because of the deep empathy they hold.
I think my overload of information and guidance may come from self doubt. Historically speaking, the times in my life when I receive the most information, is when I am at low points; desperate down times.
When I am the most "Bipolar."
(Of course I am always Bipolar, it just feels that way.)
This is when the confusion arises, the multiple therapist appointments, the desperate desire for any piece of information to be well again.
When I am well again, the cycle has run it's course, I have tweaked my meds, whatever the case, the confusion of what to do and how to do it to make me well quickly subsides. I no longer look through the proverbial Bell Jar, if you will.
I no longer need constant advice. The "grains" of salt stop coming.
This has been a cycle for many years.
I know it is chemical.
I know the self-doubting, mercurial, rageful, stranger of a woman is not the real me.
I am not going to focus on who, what, why or where. I do not really do the go backwards to get forwards thing.
I just know my medication is working. That is good enough for me.
I realize I am very fortunate.
It never goes away, there are trials I have learned to deal with daily, just not the big episodes.
I am not saying it is a piece of cake.
(I have been hospitilized twice, once just this year. I try to look at it as another stepping stone and not a set back)
When I am doing really well, when things are working for me, the disappearing doubts put me right back in touch with my instincts.
I love this clarity.
I am still a "Bipolar Being", I always will be.
I am just not always "Being Bipolar".
REMINDER: The National Suicide Hotline to Shut Down
After reading a recent post on Jane and Cat's Blog, regarding genetics and the nature versus nurture issue as the cause of mental illness, it seemed sort of timely and on topic.
I feel that the reason I said there is a risk of getting desensitized to our natural instincts as to what we need, our bodies need, when we are about to experience a mood swing, etc. is because of the heavy reliance on multiple input.
This input and well intended guidance may come from doctors, therapists, friends, or even material we are researching on our own.
(wait-many years of therapy,etc. are telling me that I should use "I" statements. I do not know how you feel ;)
I believe Jane and Maggs point was that the input from those they trust, their friends is valuable and worthy. Interestingly, it seems that most often in the Bipolar community-especially online, an individual may be manic or depressed yet still be in a spot to offer support to a friend in need. Perhaps, as with many chronic illness', this is because of the deep empathy they hold.
I think my overload of information and guidance may come from self doubt. Historically speaking, the times in my life when I receive the most information, is when I am at low points; desperate down times.
When I am the most "Bipolar."
(Of course I am always Bipolar, it just feels that way.)
This is when the confusion arises, the multiple therapist appointments, the desperate desire for any piece of information to be well again.
When I am well again, the cycle has run it's course, I have tweaked my meds, whatever the case, the confusion of what to do and how to do it to make me well quickly subsides. I no longer look through the proverbial Bell Jar, if you will.
I no longer need constant advice. The "grains" of salt stop coming.
This has been a cycle for many years.
I know it is chemical.
I know the self-doubting, mercurial, rageful, stranger of a woman is not the real me.
I am not going to focus on who, what, why or where. I do not really do the go backwards to get forwards thing.
I just know my medication is working. That is good enough for me.
I realize I am very fortunate.
It never goes away, there are trials I have learned to deal with daily, just not the big episodes.
I am not saying it is a piece of cake.
(I have been hospitilized twice, once just this year. I try to look at it as another stepping stone and not a set back)
When I am doing really well, when things are working for me, the disappearing doubts put me right back in touch with my instincts.
I love this clarity.
I am still a "Bipolar Being", I always will be.
I am just not always "Being Bipolar".
REMINDER: The National Suicide Hotline to Shut Down

