by greeneyedggirl » Fri Sep 01, 2006 6:24 pm
Hiya Kesh,
I look back over the wreckage of a lifetime with undiagnosed BD and wish I had your luck.
MojoPen is right, talk to the people around you who can, and will help! There are medications out there that can make a difference, a big difference!
For years I would cycle up and down, again and again, and each time friends and family would be worried.
Last year the depression was so bad, so painful I wanted to take my own life to make it stop. I was as low as low can be and I hated it. My Therapist works in a clinic, there are other professionals there as well, and I got into see a Psychiatrist after too many trips to the ER because I was hours, maybe less away from doing something terrible.
It's been a hard road, I'm finally on meds to mostly control the depression and that is all we thought it was. Mind there is a family history of BD, my father had it . . . My brother has it . . . So does my sister . . . I thought I missed it and was only suffering major depression . . .
Wrong it would seem, because the last week I've been so high I'm dizzy. I'm as high now as I was low when I wanted to "end me pain" as I called it.
When I started on medication, I was frightened and scared when I finally reached "normal" territory . . .
41 years old and for the first time in my life I was perfectly normal, not too high, not too low, and that told me that yes, I was having highs for the longest time and didn't know it. We decided to wait and see what happened because I have the ability to sometimes throttle myself back . . .
This week has been terrible. Why? Because I'm so high I'm watching the moon orbit around the earth and I cannot shut my brain off. I'm not sleeping, eating when I think of it, I'm so tired and yet feel like I could I could move the moon all by myself. My head is pounding, racing, pounding, racing, racing, racing and I really do not like it at all.
The good news is I'm going to see my pdoc and work on getting this straightened out too.
BD is wonderful in that it can be treated and left behind you. Manage your life, schedule, diet and meds and you'll be in good shape. I know how hard this all seems, what a pain this is, but I also know what a lifetime of BD has cost me.
I'm 42 now, a widow, no children, grandchildren or anything and short of adoption, it's not going to happen. I'm very sad, looking back at the life wasted, the dreams extinguished before they even started, and wish I knew when I was your age even a little of what I know now. I'd have started meds and could have had a very, very different life.
The good news is I know what has been, and is going on. Knowledge is power, and treatment becomes much easier when you know what you are dealing with. I've been on antidepressants and a mood stabilizer for the low end for quite some time now (8 months) and I've spent more time at normal in these 8 months than the entirety of the last 41. Now, well now I'm racing, racing, racing and my head feels like it's going to explode. Part of me wishes it would and just be done with it, the rest of me is going to hold on and ride it out until I see my pdoc. I can talk to him, he listens to me, hears me, and has helped me to save my life. I know it may not be instantly, but I know we'll find something that works and I'll get back to "normal" and stay there more and more!
The first most important step is to ask for help, and as MojoPen said, there is NOTHING wrong with asking for help. This IS exactly like Diabetes, something(s) your body doesn't make enough of that you can get from your pdoc and you'll be in good shape.
Take it from me, go, ask for help, take control of the illness before it controls you for most of your life. Mine is half over, your's is just begining, and you can do this! We are always here to talk to if you want . . .
Hang in there . . .
Greeneyedggirl. That's "greeneyed" double "g" "irl" like Tigger cause he's my favorite! Today, being this high, I feel like Tigger, bouncy, wounccy, fun, fun, fun! Tops are made out rubber bottom made out of too much italian food . . . Okay, really too much FOOD. With a side of Tazmainian devil thrown in today . . .