Hello everyone,
I've never posted here but am desperate for some kind of insight. I haven't been diagnosed with anything or even seen a doctor, and am not even sure if I'm making something out of nothing.
I'm 34 with two children and have recently realised I have no idea who I am. I mean none. There seems to be two of me, depending on my emotions and I don't know which one is real, or normal. I've also wondered for a while now, why other people don't seem to struggle with themselves and this has caused me to realise I'm certainly not "normal".
Right now, I'm not sure if I'm depressed or just generally stuck in a rut. For three days I've just been sat in bed, watching movies and reading about bipolar. Yesterday I read from 6pm to 7am withouth a break. I think I have developed a distraction mechanism to not acknowledge how I feel. When I stop to think how I feel my head is just blank, nothing, I don't feel anything at all. My heart aches (and so do my legs for some reason) and I've noticed that when my kids go to bed at night, I feel worse. I feel like crying but I hold it in and it passes to just feeling nothing again. Usually I play video games for large amounts of time, but I just can't get interested in those at the moment. I hate going out and haven't spoken to anyone in days (aside from my kids, who I act normal around). I've also realised that over the last few months, I've pulled back from socialising whatsoever, I make excuses not to have to go out or let people into my house. I can't even make it to appointments because I just don't have the energy to go out. I feel like I'm in slow motion.
At other times, I am so happy I feel my heart could literally burst. I remember a few weeks ago just randomly becoming so happy (I call it high when I feel that way because that's how I feel), I told all my friends in great detail how much I love them, even the ones I don't even like, even a guy I was dating who I didn't really like. I genuinely believed my friend had saved my life by supporting my decision to go back to university. I felt like I was meant for something massive, so I devised a plan to start a charity in Africa and wholeheartedly believed this would change the world. I started writing a business plan and bought a domain. However by the next morning I realised how stupid it was. This is not a one off, I've done several similar things but looking back, I honestly can't remember how long it lasted for or what mood followed.
I've felt that way quite a few times that I remember, and I drive myself crazy. I'm unable to stop emotions and thoughts in my head and trying to grasp at one and explain it to someone (I also think I need to explain my thoughts to people, because I have this profound understanding and compassion that if only people would realise, would change their lives). Until it gets to a point where I just hold my head in my hands in despair and wish it would go away.
A significant "high" I remember lasted quite a while. After breaking up with a long-term boyfriend which lead to several months of definite depression, the first time I ever remember being high was amazing. I thought I had finally found myself and every day was a blessing. I took up loads of new hobbies, spent stupid money on them before loosing interest. I started a society at university which won awards for this surge of productivity that I had and could literally do anything. My lecturers were amazed, I was convincing famous scientists to come and give talks, convincing organisations to come and hold courses for us. This may not sounds extreme, but in a period of months it went from nothing to becoming almost like a successful business. I even held my own navigation course, training people and then taking them out hiking into the wilderness, after having done only a short course myself and really having no idea what I was doing, was a really stupid thing. Thank god nothing went wrong.
Several months ago I remember being "high" and after meditating one day, convinced myself I had had an outer-body experience. It's very common for me to make significant connections in things that are just coincidence in hindsight, but at the time I feel things have meanings. I believed that I had understood the exact teachings of the Buddha, almost to the point of wondering if I was a reincarnated version of him because there was no other way to explain this. I sent a long email to a Buddhist monk explaining this and obviously he didn't agree, which irritated me. I remember saying to my friend how misunderstood I am, people mistake my passion for aggression. Well, looking back I am aggressive when I'm like that, I take massive offence when people don't agree with me and arguments ensue.
However, having said that, I never have times when I can't sleep and am up all night cleaning etc, or feeling massively active. I probably sleep a few hours less but nothing abnormal. I do do some awesome work though, my writing has often been described as powerful when it's been written as a result of feeling so great and can work all day and into the night. But it never lasts.
Does this sound like bipolar to anyone? I don't know if the things I've been reading are extreme cases, but I certainly can't relate to constant crying, or running away from home, or feeling as though I can't go on.
Many thanks,
Jo