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What do successful people like musician Demi Lovato, comedian Russell Brand, news anchor Jane Pauley, and actress Catherine Zeta-Jones have in common? They, like millions of others, are living with bipolar disorder. Although we are learning more about bipolar disorder, there remain many misconceptions. Here are a few myths and facts, so you can arm yourself with knowledge and help end the stigma.

1. Myth: Bipolar disorder is a rare condition.

Fact: Bipolar disorder affects 2 million adults in the United States alone. One in five Americans has a mental health condition.

 

2. Myth: Bipolar disorder is just mood swings, which everybody has.

Fact: The highs and lows of bipolar disorder are very different from common mood swings. People with bipolar disorder experience extreme changes in energy, activity, and sleep that are not typical for them.

The psychiatry research manager at one U.S. university, who wishes to stay anonymous, writes, “Just because you wake up happy, get grumpy in the middle of the day, and then end up happy again, it doesn’t mean you have bipolar disorder — no matter how often it happens to you! Even a diagnosis of rapid-cycling bipolar disorder requires several days in a row of (hypo)manic symptoms, not just several hours. Clinicians look for groups of symptoms more than just emotions.”

3. Myth: There is only one type of bipolar disorder.

Fact: There are four basic types of bipolar disorder, and the experience is different per individual.

• Bipolar I is diagnosed when a person has one or more depressive episodes and one or more manic episodes, sometimes with psychotic features such as hallucinations or delusions.
• Bipolar II has depressive episodes as its major feature and at least one
  hypomanic episode. Hypomania is a less severe type of mania. A person with
  bipolar II disorder may experience either mood-congruent or
  mood-incongruent psychotic symptoms.
• Cyclothymic disorder (cyclothymia) is defined by numerous periods of hypomanic symptoms as well numerous periods of depressive symptoms lasting for at least two years (1 year in children and adolescents) without meeting the severity requirements for a hypomanic episode and a depressive episode.
• Bipolar disorder otherwise not specified does not follow a particular pattern and is defined by bipolar disorder symptoms that do not match the three categories listed above.

4. Myth: Bipolar disorder can be cured through diet and exercise.

Fact: Bipolar disorder is a lifelong illness and there currently is no cure. However, it can be well-managed with medication and talk therapy, by avoiding stress, and maintaining regular patterns of sleeping, eating, and exercise.

5. Myth: Mania is productive. You’re in a good mood and fun to be around.

Fact: In some instances, a manic person may feel good at first, but without treatment things can become detrimental and even terrifying. They may go on a big shopping spree, spending beyond their means. Some people become overly anxious or highly irritable, getting upset over small things and snapping at loved ones. A manic person may lose control of their thoughts and actions and even lose touch with reality.

6. Myth: Artists with bipolar disorder will lose their creativity if they get treatment.

Fact: Treatment often allows you to think more clearly, which will likely improve your work. Pulitzer Prize-nominated author Marya Hornbacher discovered this firsthand.

“I was very persuaded I would never write again when I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. But before, I wrote one book; and now I’m on my seventh.”

She has found that her work is even better with treatment.

“When I was working on my second book, I was not yet treated for bipolar disorder, and I wrote about 3,000 pages of the worst book that you have ever seen in your life. And then, in the middle of writing that book, which I just somehow couldn’t finish because I kept writing and writing and writing, I got diagnosed and I got treated. And the book itself, the book that was ultimately published, I wrote in 10 months or so. Once I got treated for my bipolar disorder, I was able to channel the creativity effectively and focus. Nowadays I deal with some symptoms, but by and large I just go about my day,” she said. “Once you get a handle on it, it’s certainly livable. It’s treatable. You can work with it. It doesn’t have to define your life.” She discusses her experience in her book “Madness: A Bipolar Life,” and she is currently working on a follow-up book about her road to recovery.

7. Myth: People with bipolar disorder are always either manic or depressed.

Fact: People with bipolar disorder can experience long periods of even, balanced mood called euthymia. Conversely, they may sometimes experience what’s referred to as a “mixed episode,” which has features of both mania and depression at the same time.

8. Myth: All medications for bipolar disorder are the same.

Fact: It might take some trial and error to find the medication that works for you. “There are several mood stabilizers/antipsychotic medications available to treat bipolar disorder. Something that works for one person might not work for another. If someone tries one and it doesn’t work or has side effects, it’s very important that they communicate this to their provider. The provider should be there to work as a team with the patient to find the right fit,” writes the psychiatry research manager.

Takeaway

One in five people is diagnosed with a mental illness, including bipolar disorder. I, like so many others, have responded extremely well to treatment. My daily life is normal, and my relationships are stronger than ever. I haven’t had an episode for several years. My career is strong, and my marriage to an extremely supportive husband is a solid as a rock.

I urge you to learn about the common signs and symptoms of bipolar disorder, and talk to your doctor if you meet any of the criteria for diagnosis. If you or someone you know is in crisis, get help immediately. Call 911 or the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 800-273-TALK (8255). It’s time to end the stigma that prevents people from getting the help that can improve or save their lives.

 

Tempered Soul ~Surviving Childhood Trauma, Grief, and Bipolar Disorder

 Tempered Soul

Surviving Childhood Trauma, Grief, and Bipolar Disorder  

Prologue~May 2023.

I grew up when mental illness was a social stigma. My memory emanates from a lifelong battle with my demons. It was a time when there was no applause, no public accolades for undergoing treatment. It was commitment, plain and simple. Mental illness or dependencies were defects of character and cause for social isolation and job discrimination. People did not talk about it, and if it touched their lives, it remained hidden away with shame. There were no chic or trendy clinics, just dark institutional wards tucked away in the recesses of hospitals.

I was 20 years old when I was ushered through those padlocked gates to find myself surrounded by madness. There was no Nurse Ratched, but the levels of mental illness I encountered covered the spectrum: psychosis and schizophrenia; lost souls haunted by delusions, and dementia. Many like me were buried under despair so deep we had pursued a death of our own design. Walking those halls of silence and screams, you learned quickly to avert your head for fear of recognizing your pain in the eyes of another. I still see those eyes as I watch the nameless and homeless who wander the streets of anonymous cities, trapped in a world where they are no longer sons or daughters, mothers or fathers, sisters or brothers.

I was luckier. I was young, and the doctors felt confident that my therapy had exorcized my madness. After six weeks, I returned to the world of the sane, hiding my illness, learning to overcompensate exponentially, determined to outrun that two-headed beast who would remain unidentified by every doctor I saw over the next 29 years. I took the reins and embarked on a successful career that would span more than two decades.

During those years, I saw the Americans with Disabilities Act and the Family Medical Leave Act pass. Companies expanded benefits coverage to include a mental health component. Depression made its way into conversations in the break room and over a glass of wine. Management allowed time off for visits to mental health professionals. The pharmaceutical industry thrived, finding a lucrative demand for drugs that promised to ease depression and anxiety. Suddenly everyone was either on Prozac or knew someone who was, and even though people were talking about it, the stigma remained like a whisper hanging in the air.

So, I did my best to conceal my emotional disfigurement from the world around me. It was the only life I’d ever known, so I let myself believe I was quite normal, just like everyone else. I quit looking over my shoulder and drove myself harder. When I wasn’t paying attention, it caught up with me. I began to lose my ability to hide the demons I had suppressed for so many years. I found myself unable to function on a sustained basis and burned through sick leave like a spark on gasoline. Vicious rages contorted me like a willow in a Nor’easter. The tide surged in, and I watched the foundation of my life crumble in its wake.

At the age of 49, I learned that, like more than 8 million Americans, I suffer from bipolar disorder. For almost four decades of my life, this condition remained unnamed. I heard so many misdiagnoses: hyperactivity, alcoholism, panic disorder, ADHD, post-traumatic shock, and clinical depression. One doctor said I had aged into the extremes of my illness. Another said I had overcompensated for so long, I had nothing left.

Bipolar disorder, often referred to as manic-depressive illness, dissipates a person's ability to live a normal life. An addictive intensity and creative drive often accompany the initial phases of this illness, but the cycles of paralyzing depression and intrusive mania can drive an individual to self-destruction. The price of this illness is high. Close to fifty percent with the disorder attempt suicide at least once; of those, one in eight fails to survive; paradoxically, they succeed in their efforts to end life.

The injury to my own life has been immense. It cost me my career and many relationships along the way. On several occasions, it nearly cost me my life. The white scars tattooed on my arms and wrists remind me of the much deeper scarring of my spirit.

Five doctors confirmed my diagnosis (rapid-cycling bipolar 1), and at the time, it felt like a death sentence. Seven years passed as I became the subject of unsuccessful pharmaceutical experimentation that strove to tame my illness's rapid cycles. Some of the drugs made me sick. Some exacerbated my polar extremes. Two damn near killed me.

After so many failures, I told one of my doctors, this is not living. That was when I finally agreed to undergo electro-convulsive therapy (ECT), something that had always terrified me. After fourteen sessions, they stopped, deciding that immediate relief did not outweigh the damage to my cognitive function. ECT had left me with short-term memory loss, unable to focus and do things that brought me joy—reading, writing, listening to music, and participating in social activities. I developed severe agoraphobia and could not even walk to my mailbox. I became isolated from the world.

As I struggled to recover balance in my life, I learned despite legislation and health benefits, stigma and discrimination are ever prevalent. Many people chose to step away when I approach, awkward and unsure who I would be at that moment. I have encountered a staggering amount of ignorance and a complete lack of empathy from many people I considered friends. Just snap out of it, they would say to me. I wanted to scream: Do you think I want to be like this? I have forgiven those who dropped by the wayside during those years; Unmanaged bipolar disorder in its extremes is ugly.

The media continues to defame this disorder, using labels such as crazy, insane, and psychotic. I only have to surf the channels to see another derogatory stereotype of this illness played out for me. The worst commentary I heard defined bipolar disorder as the new fashionable diagnosis. Fashionable? Whoever said that should spend a few weeks in my skin. There is nothing fashionable about losing your career, your friends, or your life. I hide in my house, incapable of doing anything that requires focus. I go days without eating or sleeping, caught in a shutter-speed blur of thoughts. When the euphoria subsides, the agitation and rage set in. I do not know this person; Still, the manic monster pushes me to go faster, assuring me of a magnificent possibility. I am seduced beyond reason. I never see my wings melting in the sun. I know all too well the hell that will follow. I can only find peace in sleep, and my bed becomes a refuge and, paradoxically, a prison for days.

Despite it all, I am still here. I finally learned this disorder does not define me. I have a disorder that takes monumental vigilance and strict adherence to a daily regimen of medications. Every setback teaches me something--behaviors, triggers, responses–learning to reach out when I know I need support.

I no longer fear the social stigma and the silent prejudice many people still harbor about mental illness. It requires stamina and understanding to love me despite my erratic and irrational behavior; to seek me out when I disappear into that state of despair-induced paralysis; to listen when I speed through a digressive one-way discourse; to painfully watch my self-destructive rages. Today, I am more level, more grounded, and more able to control the demons determined to rip my life into two equally painful states of being.

“Bestowed” with this genetic disorder at birth, I am still grateful for the expanse of the feelings I have experienced. Ironically, the meter of my emotions has been carved into my soul, tempering it with sparks of brilliance. I am blessed by those who unconditionally love and celebrate me. Without this support, I have no doubt I would be dead. Today, I have learned there is joy in the middle ground.

With the fervent hope I might help another, I tell my story.

 

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May is Mental Health Awareness Month

I have been pretty slack about keeping up with this blog for the past year or so...But, I am back.

May is Mental Health Awareness Month, and is intended to raise awareness about mental health and related issues. Although attitudes appear to be changing around the stigma and discrimination associated with mental illness, negative attitudes have existed since the late 1940’s, when the first National Mental Health Awareness Week was launched. In the 1960’s, the campaign was extended to an entire month in May. During this month, we are encouraged to take responsibility for preventing mental illness by making positive lifestyle choices in thought and action before problems manifest.

It's also an opportunity to be a vocal advocate about educating others about the aspects of mental health issues which affect one in three Americans. Things have changed somewhat, but the bias and stigma associated with mental health disorders still exists.

Despite that, I no longer hide my disorder from others, regardless of their reactions. If I can help one person truly understand how with proper treatment, people like me, living with bipolar 1, can live totally normal lives and be active and successful participant in society, I've done some good. Some research even shows that people with bipolar disorder tend to be highly creative.

Some of the things I intend to do during Mental Health Month are:

• Write an op/ed and send it to local, regional, and national media outlets.
• I hope to do another commentary on NPR.
• I intend to pepper social media with facts about mental disorders.

What can you do?

• Much of the same.
• Educate yourself with facts and issues related to mental health issues.
• Engage other in conversations about mental health.
• Get involved with NAMI and other mental health advocacy organizations.

We're making progress, but we need to do more. Don't be afraid to start conversations about the issues. Find ways to get involved.

Here are some great organizations (Although, as for myself, I don't plan to get a tattoo).

7 Mental Health Advocacy Groups Making a Difference

By Kayt Sukel

A few years ago, the World Community Mental Health Movement released a provocative and effective awareness campaign to combat mental health stigma entitled, “You can do it…but you can’t do it alone.”

It’s a great line. Because you know what? You don’t have to fight mental illness alone. In fact, you shouldn’t. Studies show that individuals who have support from friends and family go on to have better health outcomes. It pays to have the right folks by your side while you are managing your care and needs.

While friends and family are important to recovery and stability, there are also a host of care and advocacy groups that can be of great support. So which groups are doing a great job of supporting people struggling with mental illness? Let’s take a look at some of the amazing organizations and campaigns that truly have made a difference.

The Trevor Project. The Academy Award winning short documentary, Trevor, brought to light the mental health issues associated with teens who identify as lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning youth. The fanfare that followed the Oscar win allowed the film’s creators to found the Trevor Project, a national 24/7 crisis hotline that provides intervention and suicide prevention services to these at-risk groups.

Man Therapy. Let’s face it, it can be hard to talk about depression or other mental health problems when society tells you to be a strong, stoic man. And research shows men do have a tendency to suffer in silence rather than reach out for help when they are struggling. So Man Therapy uses a unique blend of humor and evidence to help men learn how to better talk about their issues—and get the help they need. Check out this episode about yoga to see what I mean.

National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI). One of the oldest mental health advocacy groups in the United States, NAMI provides mental health support to millions and leads important awareness campaigns like the #StigmaFree pledge and advocacy and lobbying efforts to help promote mental well-being across the nation.

Brain and Behavior Research Foundation. The Brain and Behavior Research Foundation funds important research projects across the globe to not only better understand the underlying causes of mental health issues and disorders, but also to develop newer, better prevention measures and treatments.

Big White Wall. While some say the Internet is only tearing us apart, some are using digital communication to help provide key support and services to those who may be suffering from mental health issues. Big White Wall is one such endeavor, offering a safe, online support environment guided by trained mental health professionals.

Active Minds. Many individuals have their first brush with mental health problems in late adolescence. And for some, that means navigating care in the college environment. Active Minds has chapters on college campuses across the nation and works to help students reduce stigma surrounding mental health in the university space.

Project Semicolon. A semicolon denotes a pause between two main clauses. What more apt symbol is there for someone who may be struggling with mental health concerns? Project Semicolon encouraged those who may have been diagnosed with a mental health condition to get a small semicolon tattoo (permanent tattoos not required) to raise awareness and reduce stigma as well as to remind those individuals that their diagnosis does not define them as human beings.

Wishing you hope and success on your road. We can do it!

Media Reinforces Stigma

Once again, I am infuriated with the media's role in the discrimination against people living with mental disorders. While watching an episode of Criminal Minds,  the captain of a police agency said, "I wouldn't put too much stock in what she says, she's on mental medication."

That is just one example of the many messages I hear all too often. I am not a serial killer. I am not weak-minded.  My "mental medications" have allowed me to fully function in today's world. One in three Americans are dealing with some kind of mental health issue. Because of the stigma associated with this, many people are unable or do not choose to seek the help necessary.

I want to start a campaign against the media's treatment of this matter,  and to advocate for making help more accessible, but I'm not sure where to begin. I'd appreciate any input on this matter.

Homeland-Claire Dane's portrayal of bipolar

I have been a big fan of Mandy Patinkin since I first saw him in Barbara Streisand’s picture “Yentle.”

I have followed him through Chicago Hope, Criminal Minds, and most recently in Showtimes series, “Homeland.”  I was intrigued that one of his elite CIA agents,Claire Danes (My So-called Life), suffers from severe bipolar one, as do I. I think the way her disorder is portrayed is so close to home, it hurts me to watch. Her manic episodes are so close to the ones I have suffered, it scrapes the scabs raggedly off the scars that my disorder has carved into me.

As with me, her disorder is well-managed with medications, but she, as with many bipolars, occasionally does not take her medications, feeling that they dumb her down…make her dull and unable to truly focus. In desperation, she even willingly undergoes electro-convulsive therapy. I swore I would never do that, but after years of suffering with no positive response to medications, I said, “Do it.” After 14 treatments, my doctor discontinued the therapy citing that I had suffered cognitive damage that outweighed the benefit.

Life just isn’t fair. Still, I manage my illness. Few would ever guess I am bipolar. I may not be quite as bright and shiny as I used to be. I have to work a little harder these days to keep the train on the track. Next stop is sanity.

How to Build a Watch...Take Your Meds!!!!

It's been more than 12 years since I was diagnosed as a rapid cycling bipolar 1. In retrospect, it was an illness that had been misdiagnosed for most of my life. As a young child, I lived in terror of man who was determined to snuff out my creative energy and joy. I survived, and no one ever knew about the horrors of my days spent in a dark basement, held captive by the man I thought was my daddy. " No good, worthless, sick!" He died when I was 13, and I can so clearly remember the first time depression paralyzed me. The bright and shiny child was gone...I only remembered his words, " No good, worthless.." Junior high and high school were hell for me...The pain was so intense that I began to hurt myself...I took over the abuse he had dealt out to me for all those years.

Although bipolar is a genetic disorder, it's impact can be accelerated by childhood trauma, and undiagnosed, it exacerbates as you age. When I was 22, I had tried to kill myself one too many times and I was hospitalized for two months with the diagnosis of clinical depression. I left that clinical prison determined to find a way to overcome the self-hatred that haunted me for so many years. I went back to school, graduated with honors, and got a job with a Fortune 500 company making very good money for a 26-year old. Taking antidepressants became as routine as brushing my teeth. For years, I somehow hid the abject sorrow that often pulled me down into a blackness that threatened my ability to function. I was later told by doctors that I had developed  the ability to overcompensate for the demons that threatened me. For more than two decades, I rose through the ranks of non-profit communications and marketing. Somewhere after the love of my life died in my arms, I began to lose the battle with that unnamed demon.

I had no idea what was wrong with me...I couldn't control the violent rages that contorted me. I began to drink heavily, grateful for the numbness it gave me. I began to lose my ability to function on a sustained basis, and my successful career slowly slipped out of my hands. I quit drinking and went to AA meetings two or three times a day. Despite my efforts, I wasn't getting any better, and I was referred to a new doctor. After talking with me for less than 10 minutes he asked me if I had ever been tested for bipolar, known by most at that time, as manic-depression. I thought it strange when he, almost gleefully, said, "You're not an alcoholic; you're bipolar."

I was suddenly at a new starting line, still it took another five years to find the right combination of drugs that would finally allow me to start living fully again. Those years were not very pretty, and the friends began to fall by the wayside. I do not blame them. My life hung by a tenuous thread...I almost didn't make it...but then I did. I learned the medications that became a part of my life, actually protected my life.

This is a long story that is finally meandering to the point. Many individuals with bipolar disorder quit taking their meds when they start feeling better. As I often was, in those early days, they are seduced by the incredible euphoria that initiates the first few days of mania. They succumb to the meteoric moments that will always end in sorrow and devastating pain. It's not worth it, I assure you.

I'm not crazy about being on an array of powerful drugs. They subdue me, dull me down, and slow my metabolism to a crawl, but they have also allowed me to rejoin the world of the living...Some days, I even forget I am bipolar. Sometimes, I still feel the pull of depression...Sometimes, I don't want to sleep, so tempted to fly across the skies...I have to resist, and I HAVE to take those meds.

I know you only asked what time it is, and I have belabored how to build a watch. Bottom line is, take your meds. If they aren't helping you, keep working with your doctor until you find the perfect "cocktail" for your disorder. Educate yourself about what you are taking and why. Be sure to know the side-effects. I almost died from the side-effects of one drug. Mostly, don't give up. It's not unusual for it to take years to find the right combination of meds. Hang TOUGH...It's worth it when you reach the other side!

(It's 10:49 p.m.)

Living with Bipolar Disorder: Brain Disorder Blame-True Crime

Living with Bipolar Disorder: Brain Disorder Blame-True Crime: Anyone that knows me, knows I am interested in true crime. I used to consider myself an ID addict, but not so much anymore. More and more, b...

Brain Disorder Blame-True Crime

Anyone that knows me, knows I am interested in true crime. I used to consider myself an ID addict, but not so much anymore. More and more, bipolar is blamed for all kinds of criminal activity. I got NO breaks, compassion, no forgiveness for any of the shameful things I did before I was diagnosed as a rapid cycling, bipolar 1. Of course, I never did anything illegal, and the only person that truly suffered at my hands, was me. Yes, friends ran like rats when the basement light goes on, when my undiagnosed brain disorder got ugly...AND it DID get ugly. It didn't take long for most of my friends to retreat back into their sane worlds. And though I often begged, no one felt comfortable offering me shelter from the storm. That hurt.

Still once I was correctly diagnosed, I was determined to regain control over my life. That was much harder than one might think. I was diagnosed by one of the leading bipolar specialists in the country as one of the worst cases of bipolar one, compounded by treatment resistance, PTSD, severe panic disorder, and agoraphobia. Lithium, the heralded cure for bipolar, poisoned me. I almost drove my car into a brick wall while on lithium.

More than a decade has passed, and my doctors have developed a treatment plan that allows me to manage my brain disorder...Not completely, there are still dark lows and frenetic highs...not so often and when they occur I know how to react.

But I swear to GOD, if I hear one more thief, cheat, sex offender, or murderer blame their acts on being bipolar, I might actually go POSTAL!!!! (and blame it on my severe disorder.) No wonder the crowd disperses when you bring up bipolar...It's a stigma that will always be challenging for those of us who have taken responsibility for managing depression and mania, and have gone on to give something back to this world regardless of what it may have taken from us.

I feel like a lone warrior.

AGAIN

Do they sense when you are no longer safe…

when you’re holding it together with staples and tape.

A smile on your face must erase 

any evidence of your insanity.

 

You try so hard to conform to the person they think you should be.

The clock is tick-ticking away.

Short are the hours left in this day.

And in your heart filled with sorrow,

you have little hope to see tomorrow.

Still, the sun bleeds into the morning sky,

another chance to once again fly.

So, you’ll do it again and try to get it right,

try to find a shore for one more holy night.

The truth ricochets around your brain--

Not over yet, you can do it again.

Perspective

I think I have made it clear how bipolar disorder is too often cited as a reason for criminal behavior. I heard this in an interview the other day and thought it was funny...sad...but funny. The media always says, "She was bipolar and she killed her husband." You don't ever hear, " She was a diabetic and she killed her husband." I think that puts it into perspective.

Dr. Oz: Charlie Sheen Interview/Bipolar Disorder

While eating my lunch the other day, I flipped on the TV. Before I could change the channel, I heard Dr. Oz talking with Charlie Sheen about mania and depression. It was sheer coincidence...I have never watched that program before, but the mention of bipolar traits stopped me in my tracks. I put the remote down.  After battling the demons of depression and mania for most of my life, I was finally correctly diagnosed with bipolar disorder in my late forties. For decades I had hidden the extremes of this illness, at times even relishing some of the deceptive euphoria and creative energy infused into my brain and body at the onset of manic periods. But untreated, bipolar disorder exacerbates with age and each period of depression and mania becomes more and more destructive. I had watched the foundation of my life crumble away.

As I listened to the conversation between Dr. Oz and Sheen, I was reminded that there still exists a vast lack of knowledge about this disorder, as well as other mental illnesses. Sadly, I also had to acknowledge that there is still a great amount of stigma associated with mental illness. Many good and creative people are avoided, ostracized, and isolated. Much worse, many never receive treatment that could allow them to manage the illness and go on to live happy and productive lives. Tragically, many suffering from this disorder do not survive, succumbing to a death of their own design.

Even after diagnosis, it takes time—sometimes years to find the right combinations of medication to bridle the extremes of bipolarity. It took more than five years before doctors finally found a combination of drugs that worked for me. I almost did not survive to reach that point. In addition to proper medication, I had to make many changes in my life. I had to accept that my life would never be the same; that I would probably never again burn with the same brilliance I had once known. Cognitively, I would be changed. I would never again fly as high or as far. Casualties of this illness included a successful career, many long-term relationships, my ability to focus, and the way many people, including members of my family, perceived me.

As I listened to the discussion between Dr. Oz and Charlie Sheen, I watched Charlie’s eyes grow wide as Oz listed aspects of mania. I could see Charlie begin to recognize some of the patterns in his own life. He sat silent with a furrowed brow and intense eyes, taking in the information. I saw a slow realization begin to register as he listened.  Knowing what you are up against is the first step of a long journey.

Charlie and I, along with more than 10 million Americans, will always be bipolar. In addition to adhering to our meds, we must play an active role in reaching a more level ground. Also, we all must raise our voices to take back our lives. We must face the stigma with courage and strive to educate others. A broader awareness and understanding is absolutely vital to opening doors and creating access to help for those at war with this disorder.

I remain hopeful.

For more information:

http://livingbipolardisorder.blogspot.com/

www.nami.org

www.nimh.gov

www.bipolartreatmentinfo.com/

 

 

 

Found this among the writings shaped by the disorder that no one knew.  It was painfully true.

For more than five years I was savagely tossed between the extremes of mania and depression. The bridge of normalcy was terrifyingly short. As a rapid cycler, I spent most of my days living with one of the extremes of my illness. I craved the first days of mania…euphoria and magnificent possibilities…If only there was a freeze-frame to those initial moments of lift-off. Too soon my thoughts began to race beyond my control. No one could understand what I was talking about because I shifted gears from first to fourth with no pause for second or third. Talk, talk, talk…I must have driven those in my life crazy, those trying to chart my course were lost at sea, and often returned to a safe harbor rather than ride out the storm of my insanity. I hope there is forgiveness for my tortured soul in the hearts of those who once cared for me, but were driven away after witnessing the black waves of my self-destruction.

Living with Bipolar Disorder-Ten Years Later-Life is Good!

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AUDIO COMMENTARY BY SHEREE ANN MARTINES

 

 

Despite education and legislation, discrimination of individuals living with mental disabilities still exists. I've watched people shrink back when they learn I have bipolar disorder, but in the ten years since I was diagnosed, I have truly learned how to manage my illness so that I am TRULY living again. I will always be bipolar, but with the proper medication, lifestyle changes, and knowing what triggers to avoid, I am once again a happy, productive individual, most of the time. Yes, I lost my old career and some friends, but many new doors have opened for me. I was finally able to turn that kaleidoscope wheel and see a glorious array of new opportunities. I have met so many new and interesting people who have enriched my life. I've reconnected with some friends I once terrified, and made amends where they could be made. I won't say I am happy about having a mental illness, but I will say it has made me a stronger, more resilient, more compassionate individual. I always kid around and say, "You do the best with what you've got..." and I'm doing pretty good. Many, many thanks to those who stood by me, and helped me through some very dark years. You know, on the balance scale, life really is good.

  

 

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Helping A Friend With Bipolar

This is an unfinished article that definitely needs some additional work, but I wanted to get the guts of it posted. Stay tuned for a revised version.

Bipolar disorder (manic-depression illness) is still not understood very well in the mainstream, and when it is cited in the media, I often cringe, because the reference is usually negative. I get tired of hearing bipolar used as an excuse for criminal behavior. This just further reinforces the stigma and discrimination that many individuals with mental illnesses face. I cannot help it that the chemicals in my brain do not function as they should. I cannot help it that I have a genetically transmitted brain illness that interferes with the way I process and react to certain experiences, either propelling me into a manic rage, or sentencing me to a dark, debilitating bout with depression…and please understand: I cannot just “snap out of it.” A bipolar diagnosis is most often accompanied by a range of other problems including anger, anxiety, paranoia, and agoraphobia. I heard it said recently, that bipolar disorder had become a “fashionable illness.” This enraged me. My illness cost me my career, most of my friendships, my respectability, and more than once, my life was at stake. Doesn’t sound very fashionable to me.

The people in my life who know about and accept my illness are still often left at a loss for words and struggle to know how they might help me when I disappear into a manic or depressive episode. Over the years I have learned how to do a pretty good job of concealing the extremes of my illness. I hate knowing, that at times, I am a burden to those who love me, and consequently, I do my best to put on the smiling face and keep my voice light. Unfortunately, most often I withdraw from the world, trying desperately to hide my disfigurement. Many times, all the courage in the world will not help me reach out when I need it most.

So my family and friends ask: What can I do? How can I help? What should I know? I don’t have all the answers, but a few suggestions come to mind:
First and foremost, learn as much as you can about the illness. A wealth of information is as close as your keyboard.

www.nimh.nih.gov/health/.../bipolar-disorder/complete-index.shtml
www.helpguide.org/mental/bipolar_disorder_symptoms_treatment.htm
www.mayoclinic.com/health/bipolar-disorder/DS00356
www.nami.org/Template.cfm?Section=By_Illness...cfm...

Learning about the illness will help you begin to recognize signs and symptoms of an impending episode and help you know what you may be able to do to help your friend or loved one. Are they taking their medications? Are they getting adequate sleep? Several of my doctors have advised that they should be contacted immediately when the individual with bipolar stops sleeping. There are a number of medication adjustments that can be made to head off a manic episode.

If you have signed on to support a friend or loved one as they learn to live with bipolar illness, I commend you…It’s not an easy endeavor. Right up front you need to have an honest conversation with the individual to establish boundaries and gain understanding about triggers and signs related to their manic-depressive episodes. It is also important to have a solid support system in place that includes the family, friends, and doctors of the individual you are trying to support. When a crisis is looming, staying in touch with members of the support group is important. All involved should clarify and agree on what steps may need to be taken when the beast rears its ugly head. Has your friend unexpectedly disappeared for several days and can’t be reached by phone or email? It’s not an overreaction to get in your car and go to their house. Find them and try to assess what state they are in. Are they suicidal? Are they incoherent? Are they buried in their bed in a dark room? Are they agitated? Have they been drinking heavily, using drugs, or engaging in other addictions such as shopping or gambling? Sit down beside them and talk to them…Ask them questions about how they are doing and what they are feeling. Reassure them that you are there to help them get through this and that it is not their fault. Remind them that this illness does not define them. Sometimes if the individual is severely agitated or disconnected from reality, it may be necessary to take them to the hospital. Self-harm can be a very real threat when one is in the extremes of this illness.

As I said before, it can be an immensely difficult responsibility to provide support to the bipolar individual when they are in the grips of this illness. There is no shame in admitting you are not up to the task. Still, sometimes it is the simplest things that can make a difference for your suffering friend…holding their hand, giving them a hug, comforting them with calm words, giving them the encouragement to face another day…just being there at a time when they feel most alone.

I am immensely grateful to those who have helped me through the past eight years since my illness exacerbated. I owe my life and my well-being to their support:
 
 Thank you all.

I'd love to hear other suggestions on how to help your friend or loved one living with bipolar. I learn more about living with this illness every day...AND, oh yes, this illness will not beat me.