NAMI - You are Not Alone — Ups and Down

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Ups and Down

I was almost 30 when I was diagnosed with Bipolar I.  I was an RN and a mother of 4 boys, a wife, daughter and sister. One of my close nursing  friends sat me down one day and said that I really needed to seek help, she thought I could possible have Bipolar.

As a child I was rarely sad. I talked non stop. I did well in school and had many friends. But I was always being told to be quiet and sit still. I talked so fast only a few people could understand me. But when I was sad, I was very sad.  Daddy used to ask why I was crying. I rarely had an answer. Mom usually jumped in and said I was a girl and didn’t need a reason. By my teens I had learned to shield myself when depressed.  I never missed school and my grades were good. But back then there was not much out on mental illness.

So in 1997, I went out of town to seek medical help. I was a nurse and didn’t want to put m job in jeopardy.  I was given a sheet of paper (depression test) it was called. 10 questions later I was diagnosed.   2 weeks later I was severely depressed and self mutilating.  I came pretty close to committing suicide on afternoon.  My eldest son stayed home from school to “take care of me”.  When he realized I was in danger he called my Nurse friend and she came over. She tried to get hold of my then husband and father of all the boys.  It was decided we would take a three hour drive to have me admitted to a private mental hospital. (Again for privacy).  From there things went down hill. They considered giving me a diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder but didn’t meet the criteria other than the self mutilation. The mutilation became worse. Over the years I attempted suicide 5 times from 1997 to 2005.

I didn’t do illegal drugs. I didn’t partake in alcohol until 2002.  Then I started drinking. I learned that if I drank, all the pain went away for a time. I didn’t realize what I was doing to my kids. I divorced in 2001. My husband was a strong stress-er and he couldn’t take me anymore.  My eldest son had moved into my brothers house and I was tearing my family apart.  No one in my family understood what was going on and I wasn’t sharing.  There was no NAMI where I lived. In fact there were no resources to help us other that a n overworked doctor. In 2001 I had to give up being a nurse (a career I loved very much). I was committed to a hospital in Kansas and stayed for three months.  It did me a lot of good. I learned some ways to recognize my triggers.

Shortly thereafter I moved to Springfield, Missouri with my three sons and my mom and dad.  I found NAMI and started participating as much as I could. After moving to Springfield I was only hospitalized 3 times. My Dr. tried several different medications and I went through a two year period where I was contentiously manic and not hypo-manic. I became a binge drinker and slept with way too many men. I flirted with BDSM and acted in a Bisexual manner.  I never did care anything about illegal drugs. I did self medicate with my meds and mixed alcohol. It was stupid and dangerous and I knew it.

In 2009, I finally came down of my mania.  I was exhausted and sick of the lifestyle I was living. By this time two of my sons were adults and had children of their own. I realized that I could not be a part of those babies lives acting the way I did.  I was either very up or very down and there was no in between. Then with medication and therapy and NAMI it stopped. I was in a kind of remission.  I met and married my husband. In June we will celebrate 5 years of marriage. I told him in order to date me he needed to understand Bipolar because while it was under control I would always have it.

I had a few episodes but nothing too severe and they never lasted long. He helped me realize that I had more triggers than I thought. Stress was the biggest one. I had previously tried to work but couldn’t. I had been on disability since 2001 and I hated it. In order to love my husband I realized I had to be okay with me and my life. When I did that, he could come in and make it even more fulfilling.

Everything was basically okay. My youngest came out of the closet. It was okay. My other sons were having babies.  In 2012, I watched my dad die.  It was sudden. My moved in with us and I didn’t grieve. In fact it was 2013 before I would shed a tear.  My mom wanted to go to our home state.  So we went.  I was okay until we went to the house where my dad grew up. My grandpa built the house.  The owners had changed so much of it.  But daddy helped with the house. And when I found out they covered the fireplace he built after adult hood, I became ill physically. That was the decline of my mental state once again. Then mom became ill. I had to switch doctors once again. 

The doctor I am currently seeing is competent and works with me. He doesn’t just say, “what do you want to take?” He talks to me. Not for 15 minutes and in a rush but for 45 minutes or 55 minutes or whatever it takes for him to decide and discuss with me what his ideas are and to listen to me. I had never found therapy to be very helpful but he has me going back and giving it another try.

I am learning 17 years later that I have some pretty serious issues.  It isn’t always an easy fix. But I have a good support system. My kids love me and don’t punish me for doing sometimes foolish things.  They are all active in my life. I don’t attend NAMI anymore but it was a good start for me. It gave me many tools to use.

My doctor says I am no longer in remission. While that is scary, the use of the term remission gives me hope. It says that there is relief. We just have to work towards it.  The diagnosis that I now carry is Bipolar with schizoaffective disorder that is Rapid cycling of Mixed episodes. Yeah, I am all over the place. But I have hope because I have love working on my side. I have learned the disease and learned myself. I will achieve REMISSION again.

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