Psychological Support (bipolar depression) (1 Viewer)

[Bill]

Balancing the highs and lows without turning them into zombies with medication is incredibly difficult.

Frankly, it's impossible. Without at least some level of medication, those with acute symptoms are tough to deal with because you get a different person each time you try to help them. Trust me, I sympathize greatly for what you've gone through when people that you love have this malady.

When you are trying your best to give all the support you can muster but you're treated like you're the blame for their condition, it tries even those with the strongest determination to help. Medically speaking, the most effective treatment for anyone struggling with bipolar/manic depression is marijuana. Marijuana gives the sufferer just enough relaxing of their troubled brain without completely knocking them senseless.

Despite many years of professional therapy and treatment, I have completely lost one family member that I love dearly. I wish you well with those in your family who are suffering.

 

[zeetes]

doxepin, anyone use this for sleepy time?

 

[zeetes]

i haven't posted in this thread for so long, i don't even remember most of it, but i didn't want to create a new one.

if you have been diagnosed with a mental illness, TAKE YOUR forkING MEDICATION. i can't stress this enough because i don't follow my own advice.

bipolar is exhausting. exhausting for me and likely much more so for those who care for us. fork manic episodes. fork hypomania. i could end it there, but i'm in bed and i am very bored.

hypomania is just weird. normally i'm just meh, whatever, and distract myself while ignoring them. when they are like they have been lately, my happiness has been too good to stop and think of why it is. with manic episodes, i can normally just get high. hypo to manic is it's own beast and to be feared as such. it's like a zangief piledriver.

one of the medications i'm supposed to take is called zyprexa and i've been asking my psychiatrist to change it to anything else for two years. i quit taking it forever ago (2-3 months after prescribed) because i hate how it makes me feel. as of yesterday, i have now learned that i take it to help prevent the exact hypo to manic etc. instant-swings i'll describe below. it's just one of a few "things" i'm being encouraged to talk with my psychiatrist about asap. also, i take a billion medications that fall under mood stabiliser or anti-psychotic or anti-depressant or fork too many.

so yep, i probably should have been taking this.

incident may be disturbing for some - contains self harm

hypomanic start:
for reasons i won't go into, this past weekend i was elated because i had plans to hangout with and do literally nothing that would be exciting to anyone reading this. sometimes i really just enjoy being around certain people in my life.

hypomanic end; manic start:
in an instant, i honestly have zero idea how, but i managed to flip that elated to, um.. deflated? i woke up the next morning, surprisingly not in pain because i was (have) barely any of my top two front teeth still left (wicked cool picture i'll have to post to scare your kids), and i still have no idea how long, or much, until they can be repaired (no nerve damage, so hopefully only veneers).

fast forward to the next morning when the manic pops back up and *waves*. to keep it mild, as if it was second nature, i grabbed opioids, sleeping pills, benzos, water, alcohol (isopropyl because i don't usually keep any spirits on hand), and headed out to my car. locked myself in, threw the cover over me, texted a friend, put the phone down, listened to the rain, and passed out for the last time.

from monday morning to wednesday afternoon, i stayed in this position unconscious. at some point, i assume my mom, i groggily remember handles jiggled on my car. that is probably what ultimately woke me up and most likely how i'm capable of typing this now. also, my overdose plan was sheet.

not going to bullshirt, i was pissed off that i had been woken up and was alive. until i checked my phone. once unlocked, the text i sent was still on the screen and had been responded to with a question that literally changed my entire state of mind. i climbed out of my car. called my boss, went inside, and have been in bed pretty much since. also, i seriously forked a lot of my internals up and they still hate me, so yeah.

this is why bipolar forking sucks for everyone. without hesitation i was willing to forfeit my life because it was over. it isn't.

i do know someone that would probably find this hilarious though:

 

[DaveXA]

i haven't posted in this thread for so long, i don't even remember most of it, but i didn't want to create a new one.

if you have been diagnosed with a mental illness, TAKE YOUR forkING MEDICATION. i can't stress this enough because i don't follow my own advice.

bipolar is exhausting. exhausting for me and likely much more so for those who care for us. fork manic episodes. fork hypomania. i could end it there, but i'm in bed and i am very bored.

hypomania is just weird. normally i'm just meh, whatever, and distract myself while ignoring them. when they are like they have been lately, my happiness has been too good to stop and think of why it is. with manic episodes, i can normally just get high. hypo to manic is it's own beast and to be feared as such. it's like a zangief piledriver.

one of the medications i'm supposed to take is called zyprexa and i've been asking my psychiatrist to change it to anything else for two years. i quit taking it forever ago (2-3 months after prescribed) because i hate how it makes me feel. as of yesterday, i have now learned that i take it to help prevent the exact hypo to manic etc. instant-swings i'll describe below. it's just one of a few "things" i'm being encouraged to talk with my psychiatrist about asap. also, i take a billion medications that fall under mood stabiliser or anti-psychotic or anti-depressant or fork too many.

so yep, i probably should have been taking this.

incident may be disturbing for some - contains self harm

hypomanic start:
for reasons i won't go into, this past weekend i was elated because i had plans to hangout with and do literally nothing that would be exciting to anyone reading this. sometimes i really just enjoy being around certain people in my life.

hypomanic end; manic start:
in an instant, i honestly have zero idea how, but i managed to flip that elated to, um.. deflated? i woke up the next morning, surprisingly not in pain because i was (have) barely any of my top two front teeth still left (wicked cool picture i'll have to post to scare your kids), and i still have no idea how long, or much, until they can be repaired (no nerve damage, so hopefully only veneers).

fast forward to the next morning when the manic pops back up and *waves*. to keep it mild, as if it was second nature, i grabbed opioids, sleeping pills, benzos, water, alcohol (isopropyl because i don't usually keep any spirits on hand), and headed out to my car. locked myself in, threw the cover over me, texted a friend, put the phone down, listened to the rain, and passed out for the last time.

from monday morning to wednesday afternoon, i stayed in this position unconscious. at some point, i assume my mom, i groggily remember handles jiggled on my car. that is probably what ultimately woke me up and most likely how i'm capable of typing this now. also, my overdose plan was sheet.

not going to bullshirt, i was P'Oed off that i had been woken up and was alive. until i checked my phone. once unlocked, the text i sent was still on the screen and had been responded to with a question that literally changed my entire state of mind. i climbed out of my car. called my boss, went inside, and have been in bed pretty much since. also, i seriously forked a lot of my internals up and they still hate me, so yeah.

this is why bipolar forking sucks for everyone. without hesitation i was willing to forfeit my life because it was over. it isn't.

i do know someone that would probably find this hilarious though:

Love you man! Take care of yourself.

 

[Nisey55]

i haven't posted in this thread for so long, i don't even remember most of it, but i didn't want to create a new one.

if you have been diagnosed with a mental illness, TAKE YOUR forkING MEDICATION. i can't stress this enough because i don't follow my own advice.

bipolar is exhausting. exhausting for me and likely much more so for those who care for us. fork manic episodes. fork hypomania. i could end it there, but i'm in bed and i am very bored.

hypomania is just weird. normally i'm just meh, whatever, and distract myself while ignoring them. when they are like they have been lately, my happiness has been too good to stop and think of why it is. with manic episodes, i can normally just get high. hypo to manic is it's own beast and to be feared as such. it's like a zangief piledriver.

one of the medications i'm supposed to take is called zyprexa and i've been asking my psychiatrist to change it to anything else for two years. i quit taking it forever ago (2-3 months after prescribed) because i hate how it makes me feel. as of yesterday, i have now learned that i take it to help prevent the exact hypo to manic etc. instant-swings i'll describe below. it's just one of a few "things" i'm being encouraged to talk with my psychiatrist about asap. also, i take a billion medications that fall under mood stabiliser or anti-psychotic or anti-depressant or fork too many.

so yep, i probably should have been taking this.

incident may be disturbing for some - contains self harm

hypomanic start:
for reasons i won't go into, this past weekend i was elated because i had plans to hangout with and do literally nothing that would be exciting to anyone reading this. sometimes i really just enjoy being around certain people in my life.

hypomanic end; manic start:
in an instant, i honestly have zero idea how, but i managed to flip that elated to, um.. deflated? i woke up the next morning, surprisingly not in pain because i was (have) barely any of my top two front teeth still left (wicked cool picture i'll have to post to scare your kids), and i still have no idea how long, or much, until they can be repaired (no nerve damage, so hopefully only veneers).

fast forward to the next morning when the manic pops back up and *waves*. to keep it mild, as if it was second nature, i grabbed opioids, sleeping pills, benzos, water, alcohol (isopropyl because i don't usually keep any spirits on hand), and headed out to my car. locked myself in, threw the cover over me, texted a friend, put the phone down, listened to the rain, and passed out for the last time.

from monday morning to wednesday afternoon, i stayed in this position unconscious. at some point, i assume my mom, i groggily remember handles jiggled on my car. that is probably what ultimately woke me up and most likely how i'm capable of typing this now. also, my overdose plan was sheet.

not going to bullshirt, i was P'Oed off that i had been woken up and was alive. until i checked my phone. once unlocked, the text i sent was still on the screen and had been responded to with a question that literally changed my entire state of mind. i climbed out of my car. called my boss, went inside, and have been in bed pretty much since. also, i seriously forked a lot of my internals up and they still hate me, so yeah.

this is why bipolar forking sucks for everyone. without hesitation i was willing to forfeit my life because it was over. it isn't.

i do know someone that would probably find this hilarious though:

Everyone unite! Hugs to Zeetes!!
You're among friends my friend.

 

[zeetes]

so, for the last few years, my bff has been there whenever i need to talk to. well, knowing she has substance issues, i've never pushed her, i can't forgive myself for not, and it is no surprise she admitted herself into rehab. what sucks is that i rely on her for a lot, especially the last few years, even more so from a year ago, and i can't talk to except once a week for 10 mins, no in-person visits. 2 weeks left, but it feels like 10 years.

just had to, vent? i'm just angry lately and i'm exhausted. so, back on valium. thankfully i rarely drink anymore so i'm not concerned about abusing them. depression sucks. /exit stage left

 

[WhoDatPhan78]

so, for the last few years, my bff has been there whenever i need to talk to. well, knowing she has substance issues, i've never pushed her, i can't forgive myself for not, and it is no surprise she admitted herself into rehab. what sucks is that i rely on her for a lot, especially the last few years, even more so from a year ago, and i can't talk to except once a week for 10 mins, no in-person visits. 2 weeks left, but it feels like 10 years.

just had to, vent? i'm just angry lately and i'm exhausted. so, back on valium. thankfully i rarely drink anymore so i'm not concerned about abusing them. depression sucks. /exit stage left

My second hand experience seems to be that practicing control during mania leads to more control overall.

Just second hand experience that is still 80% ignorance.

 

[superchuck500]

so, for the last few years, my bff has been there whenever i need to talk to. well, knowing she has substance issues, i've never pushed her, i can't forgive myself for not, and it is no surprise she admitted herself into rehab. what sucks is that i rely on her for a lot, especially the last few years, even more so from a year ago, and i can't talk to except once a week for 10 mins, no in-person visits. 2 weeks left, but it feels like 10 years.

just had to, vent? i'm just angry lately and i'm exhausted. so, back on valium. thankfully i rarely drink anymore so i'm not concerned about abusing them. depression sucks. /exit stage left

You can make it two weeks even if it seems impossible - hang in there buddy. Hopefully she’s getting good care and will be able to be an even better friend coming out.

 

[Taurus]

so, for the last few years, my bff has been there whenever i need to talk to. well, knowing she has substance issues, i've never pushed her, i can't forgive myself for not, and it is no surprise she admitted herself into rehab. what sucks is that i rely on her for a lot, especially the last few years, even more so from a year ago, and i can't talk to except once a week for 10 mins, no in-person visits. 2 weeks left, but it feels like 10 years.

just had to, vent? i'm just angry lately and i'm exhausted. so, back on valium. thankfully i rarely drink anymore so i'm not concerned about abusing them. depression sucks. /exit stage left

I hear that!

Depression sucks donkey parts in Hades.

 

[saintmdterps]

so, for the last few years, my bff has been there whenever i need to talk to. well, knowing she has substance issues, i've never pushed her, i can't forgive myself for not, and it is no surprise she admitted herself into rehab. what sucks is that i rely on her for a lot, especially the last few years, even more so from a year ago, and i can't talk to except once a week for 10 mins, no in-person visits. 2 weeks left, but it feels like 10 years.

just had to, vent? i'm just angry lately and i'm exhausted. so, back on valium. thankfully i rarely drink anymore so i'm not concerned about abusing them. depression sucks. /exit stage left

Please vent any time. That's what we're here for. I had my own bout just before thanksgiving when an overheated relationship not surprisingly self-immolated. She was not the cause, but was the straw that brok e the camel's back. Couple that with financial pressures from my recent job change (I chose my emotional health over money), my disillusionment with the holiday season, and my son's bout with alcohol addiction (he drinks to cope with his own anxiety), and I found myself calling a mental health hotline at 2am. It helped and got me down off a figurative ledge.

I can't take meds due to horrific side effects up to and including suicidal ideation each time I've tried them. I have to rely on counseling and I've learned to be better at self-soothing. Running and going to the gym are also crucial. I am fortunate enough to have good friends who check in on me as well.

Don't underestimate the power of having a pet. I adopted an 11-year old stray cat who is a great source of comfort and reminds me I have a responsibility to another being outside myself

It's day by day my friend. Try to find the blessings in each moment. Peace to you, and please feel free to reach out at any time. You're among friends here. Mental health issues do suck ***.

Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it's been
-The Grateful Dead

 

[Paul]

so, for the last few years, my bff has been there whenever i need to talk to. well, knowing she has substance issues, i've never pushed her, i can't forgive myself for not, and it is no surprise she admitted herself into rehab. what sucks is that i rely on her for a lot, especially the last few years, even more so from a year ago, and i can't talk to except once a week for 10 mins, no in-person visits. 2 weeks left, but it feels like 10 years.

just had to, vent? i'm just angry lately and i'm exhausted. so, back on valium. thankfully i rarely drink anymore so i'm not concerned about abusing them. depression sucks. /exit stage left

A poem, just for you my man:

My zeetus, my Cletus,
We’ve been awesome since the fetus.
And nothin’ or nobody can defeatus.

Thank you.

P.S. It is going to be alright and your good friend will be returned to you soon. Let us know how we can help.