Hello. I've just joined this forum generally but have made a beeline for this subforum because, as cliched as it probably sounds, I've read from time to time about bipolar disorder and felt that it described me.
I am at least a sufferer of depression and anxiety, and have survived suicide attempts - *mod edit* - and despite being middle-aged have never had a full-time job. I have been a student at three points in my life, and managed a degree because I was only required to be on-campus for two hours a week, doing the rest of the work at home.
There are periods where I feel no reason to do anything, including eating and bathing. Or I might pick up a book but just think, No, I just cannot be bothered. I used to love reading and playing guitar, and mostly get nothing from these now. Other times I feel energetic and optimistic but in a way that seems delusional, is a false dawn. It's a blip. I might write pages and pages of notes for a novel, a short story or a play and then feel nothing and everything gets halted. Due to a family death I came into £10000 twice, money I quickly spent, but wished I had spent differently. I have had a binge-drinking problem for two years which started with a combination of the presence of a violent and antisocial neighbour and also the ATOS and Maximus assessments people are being forced to have in the UK by the benefits agency. The assessors blatantly lie and most of us are 'failed' and have to spend months challenging non-reasoning to retain our what you might call 'welfare' but what I call social security payments.
In the last year I have been visiting a different town, by the sea, which is also more civilised than where I live. At times I have been genuinely happy there all day every day. Alcohol has been involved, but I'm as happy without it. While there I even thought that if I could move there I might in time be able to manage some simple but rewarding, compassionate work in a hospital or something like that. I never feel like that at home.
I am due to begin a batch of counselling sessions soon, but the counsellors I've had in the past are often clueless, or don't seem to be able to leave their religion outside the office, or are abusive or bullying. Not firm as part of their technique but genuinely abusive - they've lived too fortunate a life to be that suited to counselling and therapy work. While I was having an assessment by a social worker last week to help the local mental health team decide how I'd be helped, I asked about how I could get to the point where I could be diagnosed one way or the other, but this was left hanging. To be honest even this social worker seemed not quite present. I've got used to this now. I've had a few good therapists in my life over the last 28 years, but usually I either walk away despondant or I sit through the course of ten sessions in the hope something of value will be discussed or discovered. Sometimes a good therapist can be hampered by the current norms of what is available and sanctioned as therapy, for example the last good counsellor I had still had to waste a third of our session going through the same daft questionairre every week, which we both agreed had a silly basis.
Often I've heard of musicians or writers who are described as bipolar disorder sufferers, who seem at worst, more able and lucid than me. I kind of think, Well if she is then I certainly am...
I and one friend have referred to ourselves as self-diagnosed bipolar sufferers, but that doesn't really feel good enough. I do have some suspicion of the labels at times, but in some ways it'd be helpful to have the label, for example in relation to the welfare assessments. But I would also feel less guilty and useless if there were a term that bracketed my condition. Ultimately I can't feel too guilty about not being in work because I feel broken and hopeless. I cannot imagine being happy, and I think that if I were to begin a job next Monday, by Tuesday I would be full of such dread that I'd overdose or get on a boat somewhere and let myself die in the street. I couldn't be reliable to myself right now.
I considered trying to crowdfund a move to the town where I was happy, but that town has very appealing pubs, and I'm making a third attempt to be teetotal - I have been robbed, or unable to walk, while drunk, in blackouts, in the last six months, so I can't take this lightly. I spent a year seriously thinking of moving to this place but now it doesn't feel a healthy or sensible move.
Do I _not_ sound bipolar? Is there a key aspect I'm missing? Are there people here who are also self-diagnosed?
Any thoughts would be appreciated. Thanks.