Two weeks ago I was rapid cycling everyday for 3 days in a row. It was the worst depression I have ever felt all at once. There was no building up to that moment of excruciating pain. it just hit me and it was there full force. It felt like opening a door where there was smoke and a full blown fire hit my whole body.
Now as I begin to tell what happened the feelings and emotions are coming back and I have decided I do not want to relive it. I will say, it is something that I would not wish on anyone at all.
I miss having the internet at home. Some say it is a luxury and it may be. But for me it is a necessity. Without it, I feel like I am in the water in the dark trying to float without a life preserver.
It keeps me safe from the grips of suicide when there is no one around who understands. It keeps me safe from thinking of ways to kill myself so that by the time anyone finds me it will be too late to save me.
When a plan begins to formulate in my mind, I get on the internet and begin to post. I post how I am feeling and I write and write until the noose of suicide is taken from my neck or rather from my thought process.
When the pain is not so great, in the beginning, and suicide tries me to see if I will bite, it is easy to say, I have a lot of living to do. But when the depression gets loud and overshadows my thinking it takes hearing a voice outside of my own to pull me back from the edge.
Rapid cycling: up and down the see saw of bipolar on the same day. Manic and depressed to the extreme of each on the same day. For me, it is not only mentally and physically draining but dangerous as well.
Lately, it seems as though tears have taken the place of laughter and sadness stays longer than joy
I am persistently seeking ways to stay motivated to live life to the fullest regardless of the obstacles called waves (bipolar or other mental illness) that keep pushing me in every direction except the one I want to go in.
Yet I hold to my mantra:” Life is totally awesome” and that’s because I am still alive.
It bears repeating: some days the pain is unbearable and I wish I could end it. The thought of all the pain and questions that I would leave behind as well as the whole in the lives of people I love, slowly puts things into perspective.
After days even months of bearing pain that is worse than labor pains and as much as I hate making this type of comparison, it can sometimes feel worse than the pain of losing someone very dear to you. You know that pain will subside. It may never go away, but may become bearable where you can begin to fill alive again and move ahead with life.
A mental illness diagnosis that includes depression does not work that way. It comes and comes as it pleases. It stays as long as it pleases. It grips you as tight as it wants to. Some times the depression medication works and keeps it at bay and sometimes it doesn’t do such a good job.
We all know how it works.
My point. We all have more or less the same or similar experiences. We share, I share so we all know we are not alone. We know that, but I myself from time to time need to be reminded that I am not alone in how I feel or what happens to me. There is some comfort in knowing that.
We are amazing. We live, We laugh. We cry, We almost drown (die) while in depression or jump from a building (while manic) because we think we are invincible. Yet, we survive.
for me, it is because there is a God and He keeps me sane.
be good to you
get a good support system to plug into and stay charged into them.
love to all pb aka peanut butter.