Why are there so many down days? I wonder if it’s because I have been so happy and so excited by everything for a few months that now everything just seems so so sad and boring. I don’t know. I know that a lot of my time is spent worrying and hating myself for what I’ve done and how much I have ruined my life and hurt people over the past few months. I know I need to stop worrying about that. I am trying my best to make it better but I can’t help it.
To know that it has been possible for me to hurt the people closest to me and ruin my life is a horrible thought – I never want to do that again. That is the one thing keeping me going, making me take my tablets every day. Knowing that I don’t ever want to do that again. I hope these tablets work, I hope I never go through that again. If I had been on drugs or had been drinking the whole time it would make it all easier. To know that my own brain just turned on me is an awful thought. I am annoyed with my own brain – annoyed that it turned on me, annoyed that I let it and annoyed that I do not have enough strength inside me to sort it out without the need for meds. Why me? That’s a question I keep asking myself at the minute.
I’m also fighting the thought that I am actually mental. I have mental health issues. I can’t believe it – on the outside I seem so normal. To think that I am actually a crazy person is hard. To know that people may say ‘oh yea the woman with bipolar’, ‘the mental one’, ‘the crazy one’ that’s horrible. That’s what makes me scared to tell people. The thought that in the future family members will be discussing me, has she been taking her tablets, did she seem ok to you, do you think she’s having an episode – that’s horrible too. I have to trust those people though because my brain isn’t trustworthy.
I seem to spend each day looking at how early I can go to bed without it being unacceptable. How early I can shut off from the world again and just sleep. I like my sleep at the moment. I’m hoping that happier days will come soon. I will keep hoping.
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keep going and remember you are not the only one who has mental health issues. I think I have shared a similar thought with another fellow blogger recently. This thought is that if it was a physical ailment and we were to take pills, it would be okay – no or much less stigma, right?. Like cholesterol lowering drugs or insulin or anything else. So why are we not showing the same towards the medications that is helping us with our mental/neurobiological ailments? stigma is just a social issue, partly fueled by the fact that we traditionally have not talked much about it in the past, but things are changing. So I hope you will feel better knowing that you are not alone and things will likely not be as negative as you think, and you will feel better hopefully soon. all the best
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Thank you so so much xx
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I can appreciate your concern/fear about how people will react when they become aware you have a diagnosis. I was a pastor when I had my first episode. Some withdrew from me totally, fearing I was “contagious”, others treated me with kid gloves, afraid they might “set me off.” But still others found me more approachable, confided in me, and trusted me as a “wounded healer.”
Hang in there. I will pray for you.
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Thank you very much x
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Acceptance comes with time. I wish you the best on your mental health recovery journey.
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Thank you for you comment x
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