Cybil Cyclone
2006-09-15 11:24:41 UTC
Hello to all,
I'm a lurker (read other's posts) but rarely a poster. I learn so much
from others especially those who are active posting in these groups
relating to BP disorder. I had a birthday and a 30 yr. anniversary of
being diagnosed and treated for BP. :)
It's been a rocky road but an interesting one. I will try to be brief.
I am on medication and see a PDoc every month. I was doing fine without
an anti-depressant until yesterday when I got on it again. I have
uncontrollable mania with hospitalization on an average of once a year.
I suffer depression several times a year but it gets easier for me to
deal with as time goes on so I thought.
The bomb dropped on me earlier this week when I learned my son got
caught with marijuana (2nd time) at school. He actually had to leave my
home for a few days so I could try to deal with it. Then my estranged
husband (gone for 3 years) who came back to me a couple months ago left
by my request on tuesday. He mentally and verbally abused me. I was
also informed that my older son who married a younger girl is having her
3rd baby in November.
I had cataract surgery on both eyes this month. I am happy to being
able to see better even though I'll be fitted for glasses with a bifocal
for reading. I am using reading glasses now and looking forward to go
back to work and possibly further my education.
I belong to an all women's support group for BP and other than posting
and receiving support from one of the gals, I have not confided in
anyone else in my real life. I am going through mini-hell and I am
feeling mixed emotions and fighting a battle of depression. I'm forcing
myself today to get out of the house and enjoy myself if only to take my
little chihuahua for a ride and a walk.
I have been doing the "self talk" and repeating cliches like "This too
shall pass" and "There's always light at the end of the tunnel" but
relief lasts momentarily. I am hurting.
I can't seem to keep from crying. I wish I could get angry but it's not
my nature.
If anyone reading this could give me some support, I would surely value
it.
A "trying to keep it together"
Cybil
I'm a lurker (read other's posts) but rarely a poster. I learn so much
from others especially those who are active posting in these groups
relating to BP disorder. I had a birthday and a 30 yr. anniversary of
being diagnosed and treated for BP. :)
It's been a rocky road but an interesting one. I will try to be brief.
I am on medication and see a PDoc every month. I was doing fine without
an anti-depressant until yesterday when I got on it again. I have
uncontrollable mania with hospitalization on an average of once a year.
I suffer depression several times a year but it gets easier for me to
deal with as time goes on so I thought.
The bomb dropped on me earlier this week when I learned my son got
caught with marijuana (2nd time) at school. He actually had to leave my
home for a few days so I could try to deal with it. Then my estranged
husband (gone for 3 years) who came back to me a couple months ago left
by my request on tuesday. He mentally and verbally abused me. I was
also informed that my older son who married a younger girl is having her
3rd baby in November.
I had cataract surgery on both eyes this month. I am happy to being
able to see better even though I'll be fitted for glasses with a bifocal
for reading. I am using reading glasses now and looking forward to go
back to work and possibly further my education.
I belong to an all women's support group for BP and other than posting
and receiving support from one of the gals, I have not confided in
anyone else in my real life. I am going through mini-hell and I am
feeling mixed emotions and fighting a battle of depression. I'm forcing
myself today to get out of the house and enjoy myself if only to take my
little chihuahua for a ride and a walk.
I have been doing the "self talk" and repeating cliches like "This too
shall pass" and "There's always light at the end of the tunnel" but
relief lasts momentarily. I am hurting.
I can't seem to keep from crying. I wish I could get angry but it's not
my nature.
If anyone reading this could give me some support, I would surely value
it.
A "trying to keep it together"
Cybil