Hi, my names Stace, I'm 22 years old, and I have a five year old daughter and partner who Is the most supportive man than I could ever hope for, I say this because looking in from the outside, I have no reason to be the way that I am.
I have been down for the past year I would say, I thought it was three months, then counted back five months and my partner counted even further back, and seeing as he is often the one that deals with the mood swings I should take his word for it.
My dad is bipolar, and a friend that I was close with for a while was also convinced I am bipolar, though I went to a doctor and honestly for the life of me I can't remember whether he was a psycologist or psychotherapist- it was at the end of 2010, and I found him to be very patronising, which made the days that I didn't feel like getting out of bed to face the world worse, and he went from being certain that I was bipolar to me being ok because I didn't attend some of my appointments.
He also gave me carbamazepine and told me that there was no way that it could make me feel better (at the time I wasn't taking it steadily, but taking 500 or 600mg when I felt down and just wanted to sleep the day away) and he put all of my problems down to personality.
I haven't seen a manic episode in my life for so long, but I have hoped I would, otherwise I do not leave the house on my own.
I love the feeling of being manic, I feel so much healthier, like I am deserving of friends, like I can do anything I want, I'm not scared of people hurting me. I'm in tears as I write this because I feel the complete opposite of what I've just explained.
I feel like $#%^, and I'm scared of going out on my own, because I don't have it in me to fight at the moment, I have no energy, I have no motivation. All I do is eat, rest and feel like people want to hurt me.
I stay up most of the night, to make sure no one comes in the house at night, I know what the world is coming to, I know that there are paedophiles on our street, and I know it was a stupid idea to paint Courtney's room pink, because I'm then advertising its a little girls room. My partners found me looking round the house with a kitchen knife before, I'm convinced the guy down the road will come in here one night, and I will kill him.
I'm struggling to keep on subject still, even though I'm a lot better than I was last week.
I feel like I have no soul, it's like there's nothing in me, just emptiness, I had a business as a beautician, I haven't worn make up in asking as I can remember, the hair extensions I love so much haven't been worn in so long... Make up isn't even a thought anymore. Neither is changingy clothes or washing my hair.
If I do go out I feel like people are looking at me and thinking I'm a tramp, If people laugh then they must be laughing about me. Any noise around me feels like its surrounding me, and that makes me nervous, and I get racing thoughts, I hate being out.
I actually got myself out last week, it wouldn't have happened of it wasn't for matthew taking me to the doctors, I was in there for a few minutes, said I needed some carbamazepine (I know it made me calm down a little before) and burst into tears telling the doctor how I'd recently lost a job, and that's partner has to do everything, because I forget everything I try to do and when I finally sleep my daughter is up for school and matt gets her ready and wants me to sleep because if I sleep properly I will be better.
He gave me the tablets and told me to come back in three weeks.
I don't want to go back to the wretched man I saw before, I didn't feel safe around him.
I'm really struggling to explain myself at the moment, I'm trying to keep on subject and not forget anything (especially appropriate words) but I hope you get the gist.
I have also lost 2 jobs and my business in the time that my moods have been the way they are, I'm sometimes verbally abusive/violent to people. It's not something that I feel I can help, it happens when I feel threatened I think, I've never gone upto someone for no reason. I am scared of that happening which is why I tend to stay in when I'm unwell, Ive wanted to punch the lady at the toll in sainsburys before because I've convinced myself she was thinking I was a tramp.
Am I just imagining this?