Hi everyone,
I have been reading voraciously your postings here, thank you for your courage and honesty! I am at a tail end of a down cycle so I guess I am on the way up now. Still very tired but I feel a smile breaking out and am starting to make plans again. This depression came after surprise! a really great, awesome period where I got into school to pursue my lifelong dream and negotiated an arrangement with my boss so I can go to school and work full time. Yay 14 hour days! And just as things were getting really good and I felt on top of things, I started getting irritated, pursued by intrusive negative thoughts about my life and my relationship until I blew up at my boyfriend over something ridiculous (not the first time). I didn't really blow up actually, but the intensity of what I was feeling and the way I communicated was very negative and I was boiling inside. And we generally have a very positive, supporting relationship. The "episode" lasted two days, where the paranoid thought stuck in my head and kept repeating itself over and over. I couldn't sleep. I dropped 2 kg overnight (I am of normal weight). The next day it felt like the thought burnt a hole in my brain, exhausted, felt like I was coming down of drinking a gallon of redbull. The "hangover" lasted another 2 days. And then the remorse, the depression and the inevitable, "Crap, I did it again" thought.
It's been almost 5 weeks now and I am waiting for my P.Doc appointment. For some reason in this town, the P.Doc's are booked months in advance. Never had one before except in college once when I asked to be put on anti-D's and the nice lady said "why don't you wake up early before class and take a 15 minute walk for 2 weeks and then come back and see me." I was furious and stormed out. What I should have said, "Lady, if I could get out of bed early enough to go for a freaking walk in the morning I wouldn't be here talking to you." Anyway... but looking back I can trace this up/down pattern to childhood. I always blamed myself for not having self control or not persevering when I finally get up the courage to do something I have always dreamed of doing. I would get such amazing creative ideas, get motivated, get the ball rolling and then something would happen and I would feel wrung out, despondent, feeling like an idiot for even trying because it would never work out anyway and I would let it fall apart or break it up myself. I thought I was lazy or had some character flaw, but I am starting to think that no matter what I do, this ride will always go down just when I feel like I am on top of things. Sound like cyclothymia to you? I've mentioned to my previous counselor that I might be bipolar. She didn't think so. But usually, getting out of bed to see her was enough to break the cycle of debilitating depression and the times when I came to see her full of plans and ideas and creative zest she welcomed it as recovery. But I can see where others can't. I don't let people see me not being able to get out of bed on the week-end, keeping the shutters down so no one can see in and no light disturbs me, piles of clothes and dirty dishes piling up in the kitchen.
Anyway, let me know if any of this rings a bell for you. I did all the online diagnostic tests, the bipolar spectrum test, and two or 3 others and all point to a medium to high probability. I guess I am worried that the Doc will not understand and just say I have some depressive tendencies and anxiety and send me on my way again. The talk therapy helped but then I moved to a different country two years ago and the pendulum started swinging stronger. Or maybe I just notice it more as I don't have as much of a support structure here. I should mention, I am clean and sober for several years as alcohol and what not definitely made things much, much worse in the past.
I look forward to your comments and blessings on your recovery.
V8