Hi Guys, thank you so much for bearing with me while I've overcooked this forum in recent days. I have been in one of the most despairing, darkest places in my life and this site has been like a teddy bear bringing me great comfort at a time of need.
You are on the same page as me BerryBlonde. I had an important meeting this afternoon and I took 1/2 valium just to take the edge off, to help me manage it the best I could. No matter how much we hurt, we tend to hurt a lot worse if we don't present well at critical moments and make good decisions for our life. It was important to "have my head on" as much as possible, so I pulled out the "to be used infrequently" resources to effect that.
Thanks for the meat counter tip Gem - you made me smile. Now that I know I have a progressive, incurable mental illness, I feel like I should limit dating to mentally ill men. I don't want to drag anyone into a nightmare they don't already live in. My ex has indicated that reconciliation is off the cards now that I have the diagnosis of bipolar. He's not up to sharing the heartache this illness will bring, and that is fair enough. (I'll be the crazy chick hanging out at the meat counter with a survey on mental illness to help lure my next romantic prey, um I mean, partner).
I'm honestly amazed by how many of you work full time. It's fantastic there is such good news within this illness and I am so genuinely impressed with all of your achievements. I know it can't be easy - but you do it! I really admire you guys. For over 20 years I've struggled to work. I haven't worked in 9years and have spent years trying to get well enough to work at all, (even if it is only a couple hours a week), to no avail. I want to work soooo bad!!! Nevertheless, I've got to run my own race, and accept how the illness impacts on me. There are things I can do to try to slow down the increasing deterioration of my functionality.
My psychiatrist scoffed when I suggested ECT as a treatment option. She's only been treating me for 18 months. She hasn't been part of the 20+ years of every anti-depressant and mood stabiliser failing to work and bringing toxicity because of my liver's inability to metabolise medications. Just because I have learnt to manage extreme emotional/psychological pain so well, that doesn't mean I don't feel burnt alive by it.
One thing I am grateful for is that I have a nice flatmate. I don't share any of this stuff with him, of course. But he is a good person and easy to live with. He said to me today that he is starting to see my sadness lift, for the first time since my partner left me a month ago.
My history is not great and I don't have a great future but I've got to find the strength I can to endure the bad times and try and play the hand I have been dealt the best I can.
Post Edited (living well) : 5/21/2011 6:14:52 AM (GMT-6)