In most times and places bipolar disorder was considered a curse or demon. I’m guessing that, against conventional wisdom, it wasn’t ignorant priests or hateful neighbors who came up with that but the bipolar people themselves. It’s such a tragedy that every time you get some relief, that every time you think you’ve figured out how to manage it or keep it at bay it inevitably comes back. It’s even worse if you haven’t fully internalized the meaning of “chronic” or “degenerative.” I knew something was wrong in September, but just because something is wrong doesn’t mean the sky is falling. I realized I didn’t have an outlet for my worries, concern, or pain. I was doing better going to work and getting things done than I have in several years. Far from the intense social isolation I experienced just a year or two ago, I had a growing group of people relying on me for emotional, academic, and professional support. I liked that. But the more I spent my time helping and listening t...
A couple of days ago I wrote On Stepping Back into Life because I was trying to figure out why I was slipping into unorganized depression right when things seemed like they were getting better. I felt better for maybe a day, but -shock!- knowing what’s going on doesn’t actually stop the thing from happening, it just helps us get through it. I still feel like I’m getting beat up. I think the main conflict is, “How can I ever trust myself again?” I tried to kill myself! I certainly wouldn’t trust anyone else who made an attempt on my life, but I have no option but to somehow make amends with myself. After a brief recovery period, you can’t just live your life according to what other people think is best-that’s how you end up in the wrong life and eventually you blow it up to escape. You don’t have to experience suicidality for this. Maybe you made a stupid decision about a relationship, moved to the wrong place, trusted the wrong people. Somehow you ended up alone (either in reality...