Ever see the movie Castaway? Near the end, Tom Hanks comes to a crossroads. He is standing at the place where four roads intersect and pauses for a bit trying to decide which road to take. Imagine if he sat down in the middle of the intersection, unable to make a decision. That is where I am right now...
Warning: This is long. I had to put all my thoughts out on "paper." If you don't want to invest the time it takes to read this, I totally understand. I have also bolded some of the highlights for those of you that don't want to actually read it all.
I have been MIA for a little while. Without going into detail, things got pretty bad for me for a while. I kind of avoided everyone, including online. I tend to go into my shell when I am in a bad place because it is difficult to reach out for help. So, my doc increased my Wellbutrin and put me on Lamictal. So far so good. My mood is improving and staying pretty stable - as long as I avoid triggers like the plague. Unfortunately, as we tend to do several times in our lives, I have come to a life-changing crossroads. I am facing making a choice that will literally change my life, a couple of choices will change several things - but one of them changes everything. I tend to make decisions based on emotion rather than logic. This time, I simply cannot do that because there is too much at stake. This time, it really isn't just MY life that will be affected but my whole family. The emotional part of me makes a different choice every single day, based on my mood. Sometimes I even think maybe I should just sit in the middle of the crossroads and make no decisions. Keep everything the same. I really can't do that, either. As most of you know, we bipolars crave change when we feel caged, trapped, the walls closing in, etc. It has been this way for some time and I have fought against it. It hasn't worked. I have to change something or I will not get better. The problem is, every time I try to think logically, list the pros and cons, weigh my options, my brain just says, "Stop!" It shuts down. I get overwhelmed and I literally cannot think. I wish God would just text me already and say, "I want you to do *this* now go forth and be well." I even tried to ask my hubby to just make the decision for me and I would do it. Yeah, that's not going to work, either. He is behind me 100% any way I go and doesn't want to be the one to make the decision...
I have been unhappy at work for a while now. It is a great company with great people and I make good money and have good benefits. I'm just burnt. I feel caged. Even the thought of coming to work each day fills me with anxiety and dread. Even worse, the meds are messing with my cognitive functioning and my memory. I will lose my train of thought in the middle of a sentence and have no idea what I was even talking about. I have trouble with word recall - even simple words. My production at work has gone waaay down and the quality leaves something to be desired. I have tried so many things to get myself back in the proper place but I just cannot seem to do it. Most of you know, when a bipolar is burnt out and done, we are just done. There is no going back, be it a job or a relationship or even a house/apt where we live. So, that brings me to the options I cannot seem to choose from:
1. Stay where I am and change nothing. I will likely stay depressed and likely become ahedonic again. Blah, don't want that. I do need a change. This is the least likely option;
2. I have applied for a new job in the same company. It is basically a job I have always wanted and I would be doing what I love - photography. Getting paid to take photos for my company for media, newsprint and television? Hell yeah! Sign me up! Problem is, how long will that enthusiasm last? Can I even do the administrative part of the job? The part that requires memory, prolonged concentration, hours working on written documents and compiling databases? I really don't know. I don't know that my current cognitive functioning will even allow it. Also, when the times I retreat into my shell, it is a MUST for my sanity. I am an introvert and I think most of us are except in a manic or hypomanic episode. So, you know what it is like not being able to "do" people... What happens if an episode hits me in the middle of a four day conference where I am responsible for photographing 1600 people and have a very tight, unwavering deadline that will not allow me to crawl away and hide? The image in my head is quite disastrous...;
3. Take a leave from my current job on FMLA (unpaid) to sort things out in my head and see if I can improve to the point I am functional again. This sounds like a good option in theory but the unpaid part terrifies me because I'm in serious doubt we can live on my husband's salary alone with three kids. Plus, I am the one with the health insurance plan. Switching to his would mean forking over more in premiums and co-pays. I see a pdoc, a therapist and have multiple meds. My teen has been diagnosed with bipolar and has been - uh, doing things - and really needs to get help so she will be on meds soon. We need health insurance;
4. I grew up on a farm. As a kid, it was a fully functional and lucrative farm consisting of multiple livestock, crops, etc. There are a few houses on the farm, right in the middle of 170 acres. My cousin called me one day, out of the blue, and offered to let me live in one of the houses - rent free - and work the farm however I see fit. I can choose to do anything - livestock, crops, garden, horses, anything. Complete freedom, I can hide when I need to, I will be in isolation when I need to be, I can work my own schedule, and we can definitely live on one salary without having to make a rent or mortgage payment. The only utilities we would pay is electric and gas. Water, internet and satellite are covered. Sounds perfect - except this is the decision that will literally change our entire world. We live in the largest city in our state. Except for visits, my kids have never been exposed to country life and farm living. Two out of three are excited at the prospect. My fear is, what if I change our entire world only to discover it was a bad move and I feel trapped? My hubby will have to look for another job. My kids will have to change schools. What if I make these commitments and can't walk away? The thought of this scares me, even though in theory it would be the most economically sound decision, it would be good experience for my kids and I would have way less to worry about on a day to day basis.
Do I stay where I am? Take the new job? Take a leave from work? Move to the farm?
Each choice comes with both pros and cons. I am stuck. I have no idea what to do. If you have read to this point, you must be interested in this story, so please feel free to lay out your thoughts, both positive and negative. There might be things I haven't thought of yet. Either way, thanks for reading. <3