I was diagnosed with bipolar 2 about 8 years ago. Needless to say, the struggle is real, I'm sure you all can agree.
For about the past year I've been especially quiet and withdrawn. After my last magic episode I gained weight as I started taking meds regularly for the first time and also became pregnant not too long after (and later miscarried). Since then I have noticed I am abnormally quiet all the time. I thought it was the medication but after I became pregnant again a few months ago I stopped taking the medication to prevent another miscarriage and still the silence persists. I am obviously in a major depressed state but I have never felt so disconnected and awkward in social situations until this past year. I feel I don't have anything to add to conversations and I feel like other people think it's strange how quiet I am. Does anyone else feel this way? I tried to Google being quiet and bipolar but I just found a lot of articles on breaking the silence of being bipolar. Not helpful. The only thing I did find online I can relate to is another blogger a few years ago who wrote, "I just cant communicate. I am reminded of the line from Radiohead's “Street Spirit” - “this machine cannot communicate the thoughts, and the strain I am under”.
I've got nothing to live for. I can't get any possible pleasure from life. I can see no future. And my past hurts me too much to think of.
It's not depression playing tricks it is just how it is. Every single day is hell for me. Sitting in silence, waiting for drinking time so I can once again be unconscious. Getting up in the morning to nothing and no one. Few hours alone with nothing at all to interest me. Then drinking again.
Unemployable. Unlovable. Unlikeable.
No purpose. Nothing.
No pills or therapy can change that.
At best, I have the rest of my life as a hermit. Quite detached from the whole human race, looking out the window of my flat or a bus every now and then at all this human life going on. And I will never be part of it.
There is not enough left of me to save. Everything I ever was is now long dead.
I exist for existence sake.
How do you continue to live when you are alien and separate to all others?
To know that from now until you die sitting on your own is all there can ever be.
To never love or be loved.
To hurt. All day. Every Day.
All things are impossible to me."
TRIGGER WARNING
That basically sums up how i feel. What's scary is that the guy who blogged this continued on into how suicidal he was and how he was going to kill himself on his bday in 2015. Then the posts stopped. Scary right?
So my question again is does anyone else feel quiet and withdrawn during the depression phase and what has helped you?