(Laura found my request for guest bloggers on twitter, I asked her to introduce herself…)
A little introduction about myself: My name is Laura and I live in Oregon. I am a Preschool Teacher by day but by night, I’m a complete emotional mess. Struggle isn’t even a strong enough word for it but it seems that I’m struggling constantly.
My life got turned upside down once I was in Oregon for a few months. Back when I was living in Pennsylvania, the Psychologist that I saw diagnosed me as Major Depressive Disorder and Anorexia. That’s what she thought so that’s what I thought. Although, I always felt as if something else was wrong. I started seeing a therapist in Oregon and during the very first session, she told me I was bipolar. Oh my god! I knew she was completely right. She also said I had PTSD (because, at that time, I was getting memories come to the surface of sexual abuse from my father). This therapist encouraged me to get a doctor who could give me the right medication.
So now, after years of living with the wrong diagnoses, I was ready to get the right help for the new diagnoses. Bipolar (mixed episodes and rapid cycling), complex PTSD, anxiety, and Borderline Personality Disorder. I’m not sure I always agree with the BPD but I definitely think I have a lot of the symptoms.
Mental illness is a bitch. To me, it feels like this huge weight that I have to bear and will never get any relief. Most of the time, I am super depressed and suicidal but also extremely agitated and irritated. It’s been a couple years since my last suicidal attempt and 5 years since my almost fatal attempt. I guess what I’m trying to say is that things are definitely better than they were years ago. I got the correct diagnoses almost 6 years ago. It’s been a very long and draining fight to live but it is slowly getting there, usually. The correct meds, dr appointments, blood work, $$$$. It’s all too much sometimes so that’s why I decided to write this post and hopefully find a new coping skill that will help.
I’m looking for regular guest bloggers to post here, I’m looking for people to post about their experience with bipolar disorder. I’m not looking for perfect. If your interested email email@example.com.
(This is part of a series of writings I made while in the hospital recently, originally written January 14. Read the introduction post in this category for more background information.)
The past few hours have been a little blurry but I know one thing for sure, something has to change. Going into this I was sure that I could co-habitats with Sarah. I was wrong, the resent and anger got the best of me last night and got me admitted. I’m not sure exactly what I did to get me here but I got admitted. What bothers me right now is exactly how I got here and the fact that I don’t think I can go back home with her there, and what gets me even worse is that he doesn’t feel he has any part in what happened between us. I don’t like it here. I guess no one really would. I feel like I have to constantly look over my shoulder. I only slept like 3 hours last night and didn’t have much for breakfast, it’s gonna be a long day.
I will be starting to post my writings from when I spent about six weeks in the hospital (Jan 16-Feb 26) but first some notes:
I’m gonna post them as I wrote them, curse words and all so a lot of it might not make sense.
Names will be changed to protect mainly me.
I did not post every day
Before anyone asks, I am feeling “somewhat” better after my discharge, I still have bad days.
Constructive or positive comments are appreciated, all others will not be approved.
All posts will have the category and tag “hospital” without quotes.
Thank you in advance for reading.
Now that I’m somewhat settled in to my new place let me update you to what happened and why I was gone so long….
On January 13th I had for lacking the proper words a nervous breakdown. After the ongoing ordeal with my soon to be ex wife I have had enough, I wanted to die and take her with me. In a rush i fled the house, not telling her where I was going. The thought of crashing my car into the lake crossed my mind, but there was something in the back of me head telling me to run for help. Needless to say I ended up in an emergency room not really knowing what was going on. The severity of my situation didn’t occur to me until after the first full day on the psych floor.
In the six weeks I spent in two separate hospitals I lost everything, my wife, my girlfriend (we were separated at the time), my job, my home, and my car. I felt that in some part my wife was to blame.
I’m out now since Thursday, I’ve found someplace else to live and getting continued treatment for my bipolar disorder and ICMS caseworker to keep me out of the hospital. I’m talking with a former girlfriend from almost ten years ago. I think my life is starting to look up. I still get major anxiety and thoughts of my past (flashbacks I guess), but I’m trying to work thru it. I did write throughout my hospital stay and will post them here as time allows. I’m gonna get thru this, one moment at a time.
Hey all, I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long, A LOT has happened in my life. I’ve been in a psych hospital for the past six weeks. I’ll post more details as soon as I get settled in.
Just a bit of randomness before I get back to blogging101. I decided I wanted a mascot, so…. All hail the pancake bunny!
Ok so I’m a little behind on my blogging101 course, (a major panic attack and 12 hours in the emergency room can cause that). The second assignment was to look at the name and tagline of your blog and change if necessary.
I am far from the most creative person in the world, when I first started blogging I never knew what to call my blog so I usually went with whatever domain name I had chosen to host the site at the time. When I created the newest incarnation of my blog I picked the name “Manicmedic” mainly because I wanted a pen name to hide behind and I thought it was a good title for the site. I was never able to think of a catchy tagline though, I’m open to suggestions.
I’ve posted one of these posts before but I signed up for wordpress’ blogging 101 course and I also figured I’d introduce myself to new people since I haven’t posted in awhile…
My name is Joe, I’m 33 years old and live in Southern New Jersey. I’m in the middle of a divorce but if that isn’t bad enough, I have a mental illness.
I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder about 10 years ago as I was going through a series of hospitalizations. It hasn’t been a easy time for me but I learned a lot from the experience.
Working as an emergency medical technician I had decided to keep my illness a secret, keeping it hidden from my friends and colleagues. The best way for me to work through my days were to write, so my pen name, manicmedic was born. Shortly through the process I had decided I didn’t want to hide anymore, I want to write about my experiences to show people that they don’t need to hide and that there are people who will accept them for who they are. I hope you all enjoy my story…