There’s a knot in the pit of my stomach.
Another overcast Summer day in Ireland dawns and as I look out expecting to see bright sunshine, I am greeted by a cloud of oppressive grey, dampening not only the whole country, but my mood too… Dreary days like this do something to the psyche, leaving you foggy and heavy before the day even starts. At least that’s how I feel. All the plans I had in my head for what I wanted to do today start to evaporate in a cloud of apathy and all I want to do is nothing; worse than nothing, just crawl back to bed and put my head under the covers staying there until the sun comes out. Were I to do that, it would just be giving in. Life is all about facing challenges head on, but who said it had to be huge challenges every time. For some people just getting up in the morning is a trial; a battle of wills but against your very self. I’ve struggled with bi-polar over half my life and there are days, sometimes weeks on end when I’d rather not engage with the world at all. I want to stay in my own bubble of misery and sadness because it’s just too hard to appear ‘normal’. Its not about ‘giving in’ to those feelings as has often been suggested, because for me I do not have that type of control over how I feel. If I had a euro for the amount of times I’ve been told to ‘pull myself together and snap out of it,’ I’d be a rich woman. But it’s not as simple as that. When you suffer from depression, there is no magic switch that can be thrown so that those around you don’t have to ‘put up’ with your misery. It’s not like waking up, as some of us do from time to time, on the ‘wrong side of the bed’ as my mother used to say. Some of us just get up in a bad mood for some reason and that bad mood can pervade the rest of your day. When I am in a depressive cycle, I am, most of the time, not even aware of how bad things are, how bad I am until I’ve started to come out the other side. Depression affects every corner of your life; it changes your view of not only your life, but of the lives of those nearest to you. Everything becomes dark, miserable and hopeless. Your self-esteem bombs and for me I feel undeserving of everything in my life.
It is extensive, omnipresent and persistent.
If it had an actual physical characteristic, I would call it a malevolent body snatcher; that somehow it had crawled inside my body and taken over my very personality and all I could do from the inside is watch as this ‘entity’ destroyed everything and everyone around me while I stood there silently screaming but completely helpless.
The flipside of the depression of course is the elation. There are times I actually think this is the more dangerous and damaging side of bi-polar. For me, I can be very happy for a while, but that almost blissfulness, that ‘I can do anything’ arrogance escalates to pure anger, becoming a blistering white ball of destruction that flattens everyone in its path but especially me. I’ve never been physical or violent, just enraged, out of control verbally, seething!
When that anger will bubble to the surface, I never know; for me that’s the true danger and destruction of bi-polar.
The past few days have not been good. I don’t do stress well…. In fact I don’t do stress at all. The first psychiatrist I had said that with each episode brought on by stress, each new episode can be brought on by less stress than the last. Its almost like the brains’ resistance to stress gets less and less, therefore it takes less and less to trigger an episode. Medication helps of course, but for me, I never feel quite ‘normal’. In fact I’ve been ill so long, I don’t even know what normal is. I do know that for the last few weeks I’ve not been feeling like myself. My motivation is seeping out of me, my ability to work hard is disappearing as I simply shuffle papers from one side of my desk to the other. And yesterday, I exploded after a colleague made a simple comment to which I responded like a volcano erupting and spitting fire; reigning destruction downwards. Luckily for me, this person knows I’m bi-polar and while they were not too understanding yesterday, today they are forgiving – after my tearful apology! I’ve read blogs about how difficult it is to live with someone struggling with bi-polar. Believe me its nothing compared to how you feel if you suffer from it. Today I can’t eat… except cigarettes and I’m on my second pack of the day so far. I’m confused, hurt angry very upset and for the life of me I don’t really know why; well that’s not true; I’m bi-polar, there’s no other reason needed! I’ve gone through half a box of tissues wiping away the tears that just keep coming despite my efforts to stop them. If you live with someone who has bi-polar, when you leave their presence, you get a break from it: we don’t! I’m not being callous, unthinking or trying to be cruel here, but this illness is with me every moment of every day. There is no cure, just management, but even that leaves me open to swings albeit of a shallower nature than if I was not medicated at all, but life with bi-polar is no bed of roses; on that you can be sure! Today is not a good day!!