Tuesday, June 15, 2010

A Little Less than More

I don't think I can begin to explain exactly how much I hate being bipolar.

I rather expect there are worse things to be. And yet, sometimes being bipolar is damned exhausting.

As far as I can tell, I've been in a downswing for going on nine months.

Nine. Months.

I've had good days - even a few good spots... and I've had some really, really bad days. But mostly it's been a long, long cycle of down. Sad. Discouraged. Lazy. (Lazy is such a bad word. And yet I don't have a good word for the immense amounts of I-don't-want-to-do-Fuck-all that seems to come with these bad spells.) Angry. Frustrated. Self-hating.

And I can track right along with it, my weight loss. Or, one should say Weight Gain.

I weighed in last night at WW for the first time in three weeks. I've been skipping meetings. (I never used to do that. Even if we missed a meeting because of a holiday, or illness, I would go in for a weigh in at another time...) I was up almost 7 pounds.

Ok, let me back up and explain that. It's not up 7 pounds in a week... it was "only" one pound this week.

But it's up 7 pounds from where I was when I declared goal... it's up 7 pounds from my lowest weight, which was never as low as I wanted it to be. (I eventually declared goal at 134, with the intent of pushing for 125 anyway.) I managed to get down to 132 before I started this creep. (Creep: the slow, inexorable movement of soil downhill... geology 101, otherwise known as Rocks for Jocks.)

Right now, I'm having another twilight stage. Usually that's a good thing... twilight indicates that I'm coming out of the downphase... I am self-aware. I realize that things haven't been getting done (as an example, I haven't vacuumed the house in something like 2 months... I think the last time was right before my birthday party...) I notice that the house is a wreck and instead of wanting to go back to bed, I want to do something about it.

And yet, these last nine months have been dotted with twilights that have never, ever turned all the way into day.

I look back at the last nine months... and I've done nothing... I'm barely managing to maintain some sort of status quo, and honestly, the status is NOT quo. (The world is a messed up place... and I just need to rule it.)

I don't know.

I really don't. It may be time for me to go back on medication. On the other hand, that means finding a new psychiatrist/psychologist and going through the whole nine yards all over again... which I hate. I hate shrinks. I hate medications. I hate the clear, vivid gray that hangs over everything while I'm on meds.

And it's not as bad as it has been, the last few times I've done a medication regime. I haven't dug myself into debt. I'm not in the middle of several bad, destructive relationships. I'm just... not productive.

I mean, I've done some stuff. I've paid all the bills. I've kept the house in a reasonable state of tolerable-slovenly. I've had social outings (Too many, maybe!). I haven't - mostly - gone off the screaming deep end and bitten anyone's head off. I've done some writing.

And yet, I've run us dangerously close to the red line for money several months in a row. I've gained 7 pounds (I know, someone's going to say that 7 pounds isn't that much, but 7 pounds in 9 months is dangerously close to a dress-size... and it's been a constant gaining... the 7 pounds might be "not much" but I'd prefer it to be "not NORMAL".) I've stopped keeping my lists. (I'm usually a list-maniac... I like to track my daily chores, what I eat, my dinner plans for the week, my grocery lists, what coupons I have, what's on my social calendar, etc etc.) I don't feel connected to my husband. Or my daughter. Or my friends. I don't feel like I've had a meaningful conversation with anyone in the last several months.

I keep worrying that I'm killing my own twilight. That I start coming around and I see everything I've not-done in the last few months and I try so hard to get back to good that I smash my chances at sunshine and just dive back under the cloud cover. It's kept me holding on the ledge, instead of falling over the side.

But really, I'd like to get back on the mountain now.

ok?

8 comments:

Richard Crawford said...

I sympathize! I've been diagnosed with bipolar type 2, but I've been down for months now. Every time I think I'm on an upswing, it just floats downward again.

Hanlie said...

Oh dear! I don't know much about this, so I'm not going to even try and advise you... Just thinking of you and hoping that the dawn arrives.

Dani @ WRW said...

I'm bipolar as well and have written this post many times! The funks, the moments of clarity, the fear of having to go back on meds and living in a state of grey again. I totally get you ... that's my life, too ... so know you are not alone in this regard.

I'm on an upswing. I always get kind of nervous when I'm all gung-ho about something but that's where I am now and I'm holding on to it with all that I have.

I hope things get better for you soon.

Cammy said...

I'm so sorry you're struggling. I think I understand the weight issue--it's not the pounds themselves (you know you can lose those), but what they represent?

wishing you out of the twilight and into the sunshine really soon.

Megilon said...

I am sorry to hear about your struggles. It is frustrating when your mind and body won't/can't do what you would like them to do.

I hope you get back on your mountain soon. And know that I am praying for you.

merry said...

A double-dip depression? As soon as you start to come out of it, you go back down again?

I wish I could offer helpful advice, but if it helps you can always talk about it here and we'll listen.

Miz said...

I am with hanlie and merry---and offering a HAND UP even though i cant help in any other way.

Carla

Anonymous said...

my Mom is bipolar and hasn't had a lot of success with medications. in the last year she had gotten so bad, we sought ought a private psychiatrist outside our healthcare to treat her because none of the doctors on our plan had found any medicine to help her. finally, we have found something and my Mom is better than she has been in years. medications are obviously super personal and not everything works for everyone but if you're interested in at least asking a doctor about it, it might be worth a shot somehow if you're at a really bad point with your treatment. it's called Saphris and it has really changed my Mom's life.

this is the first time I've stumbled upon your blog and it was the first entry I read. just had to comment because it's something really personal to me. take care.