I've been on lamictal and Risperdal for a few months since I was diagnosed. After they started to kick in I felt pretty well for a while, definitely the most stable I've felt in a long time. Unfortunately I gained about 15 pounds on the Risperdal. I spend a lot of time at the gym and watch what I eat a lot so all the weight gain was making me really depressed. I stopped taking that a few weeks ago and haven't been hallucinating so I don't feel bad about not taking it. I've lost some weight but I'm still very self conscious about it.
I'm still taking my lamictal which helps quite a lot, though I think I'm still cycling. I'll find myself making lots of plans and I can't sort out my practical ones from those that are grandiose. Then I'll start to feel really lonely and like my life is going nowhere and just flying by me.
My doctor tells me not to live with bipolar constantly in the back of my head, but I don't know how. I have to take my lamictal every morning. I have to make sure I don't sleep too much. I need to get enough sleep. I have to watch my alcohol intake. Calm myself down when I get heated. I feel like I don't get to forget about my illness and it's bringing me down. I've broken down a couple times cursing whoever it is that gave this to me. I feel like I'm not really living and I want to stop taking my meds and go back to living blissfully unaware but I'm so scared of the consequences. I'm going to England in may and hopefully grad school the following year and even though sometimes I can't get excited for anything I remind myself how much I have to look forward to and I wouldn't want to throw that away. It's exhausting trying to make myself look forward to things, I wish I could just enjoy the life I live but it's so hard. I don't know, I guess I'm just complaining.