Keep Doing What Your'e Doing

The sun shines today, it is cold, but the sun is still shining! I have been in "remission" for nine days. I can hardly believe it because it has been a very long time since I have felt this good. One thing I have to remember is that this is usually the time when I quit taking care of myself and start living for everyone else.
I did this the other day. It was a busy day of doctor's appointments and children's needs and before I knew it the day was done and it was about time for bed. I started to feel extremely anxious, telling myself I needed more time in my day because I had forgotten to care for myself. I ended up having to take a Clonopin to calm myself down and went to bed.
So how do we take care of ourselves when we really feel on top of our game? When our mind is finally settled down and we can actually find happiness throughout our day? That is the big question, but the answer is simple. Do what we would do if we were feeling unstable, depressed, or manic. We keep fighting, learning, listening, and talking.
If you would normally sleep when you are depressed then take a shorter nap even when you are not depressed. If you would normally blog about your feelings when they are "off" then blog about your feelings when they are stable. If you normally use coping skills to get you through your days then research new coping skills and keep them fresh and interesting.
Just a few reminders to yourself throughout the day will keep you on your toes for when your mood decides to start bouncing again. Little tricks, like trying to keep the same routines can really help you keep yourself from becoming bombarded when you are feeling good! So take some time out today just for you, do something you enjoy, and make yourself smile!

"Normal" Emotions

Many times when we have that official diagnosis of bipolar or depression people do not realize we are actually capable of displaying so called "normal" emotions. Believe it or not there are times when I get mad because someone did something stupid. Believe it or not sometimes I do get sad because something has affected me and caused sadness. Believe it or not sometimes I am happy because I am simply in a good mood.
Not every blasted emotion is a result of our mental illness! We are still human, we still feel, we do still have times of so called "normalcy". I realize our emotions can be up and down some days, but there are other days where our emotions are in balance and we are just trying to live life as every other "normal" person out there.
I had this experience tonight with my husband. Something he did made me mad. It did not make me manic, I wasn't feeling bipolar, I was feeling anger...100% "normal" anger! As I was trying to tell him why he had made me so mad he told me I was starting to get "wound up". Really? "Wound up"! Believe it or not I had all my thoughts completely together, I was simply displaying realistic anger, and I was damn proud of the way I was handling myself. I was very far from "wound up".
So next time someone with a mental illness feels angry, sad, or happy, don't jump to the conclusion that their illness is talking (or yelling in my case). Stop for a moment and consider the fact that maybe, just maybe, they are feeling an emotion that most people just understand and consider "normal".

My New Focus

I am on a mission today, a mission to change my focus and my thinking towards something I have been setting off to the side. I have lived and breathed my illnesses over the last few months I have researched and studied bipolar disorder, depression, and ADHD so much that it is pretty much all I think about 24/7. I thought I was doing the "smart" thing by helping myself to understand more about the illnesses, finding ways to cope, and looking for answers to just "get better". I kept telling myself there had to be a purpose for my life, but I had no idea what it was. I knew I wanted to help others who struggle, but I couldn't figure out how I could do enough to fulfill my ever empty soul.
It hit me this morning. Where is God in all this? Why have I not researched Him more? Why I have I not spent every moment living and breathing Him and what He has to say about purpose, coping, and healing? Was I afraid of what people might think? Maybe, I think so, unfortunately yes.
I put my faith in God when I was just a little girl and I have had my ups and downs with God. I struggle and I am human. But one thing always remains and that is His love and compassion for me. I know mental illness cannot be prayed away. I also know that menetal illness was not given to us because of sin in our lives. I would never tell anyone that God is punishing them because they do not follow Him or that if they would just follow Him they would be healed. I don't believe that to be true at all!
What I do believe to be true is that only God knows our true passion for our lives. Only He can give us the purpose in our pain. Only He loves us enough to completely understand what we are going through. And only He can offer us the true hope we need in our lives.
So I am starting this new focus and thinking plan today. I am not going to live and breathe my illnesses but I am going to live and breathe the only One who truly has the answers I need for my life. I will still fail miserabley at times. I will still get depressed. I will still deal with the dysphoric mania that somtimes consumes me, but I will continue to get back up with the help of my perfect Friend, Jesus!

Dysphoria Coming Soon

I sit here feeling the dysphoric mania coming on and what can I do about it? Nothing! I went five straight days without an episode. Silly me, I thought the Depakote my actually be doing the trick. I thought maybe they have finally found a medication cocktail that would put me into remission for a month, two months, maybe longer.
Well, to my disappointment I can feel the anger start to build within my body. Warning signs? Yep I feel them. Coping skills? Yep, tried them. But they fail every single time! The anger just consumes me and I end up yelling, cussing, throwing things, and just really hating life.
I have no idea what this day is going to bring, but is it any wonder why I hate to go to bed at night? I am afraid of what the morning has to bring! Am I going to wake up sad, happy, angry, discouraged, frustrtated, overwhelmed, or maybe even suicidal? Heck, I don't know...I NEVER know and it pisses me off! I don't want five days of level mood...I want SIX...is that too much to ask? AHHHHH!

Dear Bipolar and Depression

Dear Bipolar and Depression,
I think by now you know how much I hate you both! Just the thought of you makes me sick to my stomach. My mind swirls with outrage at what you do to people. You try so hard to take lives and spin them out of control. You debilitate and cause amazing people to really feel the hopelessness that you have to offer.
You try to cause confussion, anger, sadness, frustration, outrage, and extremely low self worth. You try to make relationships fail by tearing apart loved ones who stand in the path of your destruction. You try to torture innocent people with your unending attacks on ones mind. You work and work day in and day out, you are tireless at executing your plans.
But let me tell you something dear bipolar and depression...You will NOT take me down without a fight! Just when you think you have me in your grasp I promise to wiggle my way out and when I break free I will come back at you with a vengence.
You cannot control me because I am strong...I am a fighter...I am your worse nightmere. I have fought this battle with you for so many years and I know what it takes to survive. I know your little tricks and I know the turns you take. But you know what? I am smarter, braver, and have more passion inside of me then you can even imagine.
The world is full of innocent people that you try to devour, but these people are strong too. Like me they know how to wage this war against you both. They are survivors as well. They have hope and determintation that puts you to shame. They have stood up time and time again only to have you try to knock them down. But guess what? They will continue to stand up and eventually you will feel their wrath.
I want you to know you have not won this battle of our minds and you never will. The world is standing up together and making some noise. We are who we are, we are loud, and we are proud! So understand this, you are NOTHING, we are EVERYTHING, and we will continue to put YOU to shame until our time on earth is done!

Youtube Video Link

Just letting everyone know I just published my first video...Check it out. I am new at this so don't judge me too harshly :) Just trying to get the message of hope out there for those who struggle like me. I hope to do more videos about mental illness in the near future. Thanks!

http://youtu.be/nqVZTkC9fS8

Warning...This is a Rant!

I have so many thoughts going through my head. I want to write. I want to speak. I want to be able to do something other than sit around the house. My mind swirls with thoughts and feelings, emotions of every kind. I struggle with keeping my thoughts positive. Those darn negatives keep trying to creep into my mind. I feel about 100 things right now...am I happy? Sad? Discouraged? Overwhelmed? Angry? Excited

Ahhhh. I just cannot take it sometimes. I do not want to have this stupid disease. It is ridiculous. I hate it! A part of me wants to just curl up in a ball and die because I see no pleasure in anything. But nope, gotta keep fighting the good fight. Sometimes I feel like everyone else is selfish. They shouldn't want me to suffer and so I tell myself it would be better if they would just tell me I should kill myself. Like that is my way out. I get so tired of fighting this mess. 

Just when I start to feel better my diabetes acts up and I end up getting depressed for no reason. Of course the only way to lower it is by eating garbage foods and exercising. Well, quite frankly I don't want to do either. I hate it! I worked my butt off going to weight watchers, lost a ton of weight, and then just let myself fall into the big mess of eating crap again and being lazy. Now I sit here fat and unhealthy. 

I am tired of taking pills for blood pressure, diabetes, bipolar, adhd, i mean seriously? I fee like a walking pharmacy. I just want to feel normal. But does anyone know what normal really is? Who in the heck in this world is normal?

I just had another thought. I want to go away with my husband. I want to take like 500 bucks and take off. Go do something spontaneous and fun...get the heck out of this stupid place we call Michigan, with all of its ice and snow and freaking cold temperatures. I need some sunshine and warmth...that would make me feel 110% better. I hate living here.

I feel like I am being a big negative nelly, but am I? Or am I just getting 100 things off my chest that make me feel overwhelmed...Yep, that is what I am doing, venting, and it feels amazing! Everyone should get the opportunity to vent once in awhile, it is what keeps us half way sane...I say halfway because will any of us really ever feel completely sane? I mean where is the fun in that? 

Sometimes it just feels good to go a little bit crazy. Crazy, did I just use that word? Yes I did and at this very moment that is the best word I can think of to describe all these feelings I am feeling. Sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself...take a big deep breath and laugh...enjoy going off the deep end sometimes. Besides, if you can't go off the deep end sometimes you wouldn't have a story to tell. And without a story to tell your life would be...well...quite boring!

Does It Feel Good To Feel Bad?

Sometimes it just feels good to feel bad...Why? Well, here is my take on it. There are many times I fall into a deep depression and my mind races with every negative thought I can possibly think of. I reminice about all the bad things that ever happend to me. I call myself names like loser, fatty, ugly, and stupid. I tell myself how worthless I am, no one loves me, no one cares about me, you might as well be dead, etc. I spend a great amount of time tearing myself down.

I did this today, for a bit, and then something came out of my mouth that I didn't even think about. I said, "It's too hard to try and feel better, it is just easier to sit here and let the depression swallow me whole." Isn't that true? The best thing to do always seems like the hardest, at least for me.

It was so easy for me to sit there and think of negative things, they flowed out of my brain like a giant waterfall. In order to think of positive things I had to struggle and fight and I didn't want to do that. But eventually I had to start envisioning that light at the end of the long dark tunnel I was in. I had to push aside all the negatives and start turning my attention to even the smallest positive thing I could think of. I tried to think of how miserable I felt and ask myself if I really wanted to continue down a miserable path or if I wanted to actually feel better.
My mind started pushing through the negative and coming up with positives to replace those thoughts. I thought about the fact that I had a husband who loves me, three amazing kids who need their mom healthy and happy, I even thought about my pets and how they needed me to take care of them. I realized once I started thinking of positve things in my life it became easier and easier to replace the negative thoughts with positive ones.
When we get to that dark place that doesn't seem to want to let go of us we have to ask ourselves how long we really want to feel that way. I think everyone wants to feel better, it is just the issue of how to get there. We have to learn to stop the negative thinking as quick as possible and turn our attention to our blessings rather than our misfortunes. As always we just have to fight another day!

Manic Rage

I hate bipolar. I hate mania. I hate depression. I hate being fine one minute and not the next. The snow won't stop, I can't go anywhere, I am tired of television, radio, painting, drawing, playing games, and eating. I have done every single thing that I am supposed to do in order to work through the mood changes today, but it is not working. I am depressed because I cannot go outside or go for a drive or visit a friend. I cannot do anything but sit inside and watch it snow.
Being depressed about this has just turned into anger and I mean anger that is worse than a raging bull! I want to scream at the top of my lungs, throw glass objects at the windows, cuss out anyone that comes into my path, drive reckelessly down a freeway in the wrong direction, beat myself in the head and beat anyone else in the head that tries to make me feel better.
This crap is real and it hurts....IT FREAKING HURTS! When all you want is to feel OK, relaxed, happy, NORMAL, but you can't. You just can't no matter how hard you try! Is this the part where I am just supposed to go to a quiet room, stuff the emotions down, and FEEL my way through the anger and depression?
I'm talking out loud. I'm pouring my heart out into this blog and all I keep thinking is how bad this sucks...it's not fair...and I'm tired of it! Give me more than a couple days of normalcy...I want weeks of it! This is ridiculous, I'm pissed off, and I'm freaking exhausted!

I Will Fight

I get mad, furious, and so outraged I can throw a dish across the room. I get sad, depressed, and cry so much that I run out of tears. I get overwhelmed, frustrated, and discouraged to the point of feeling hopeless. But I also can be so happy that I feel my soul will overflow with joy.
I have experienced abuse at the hand of someone I thought loved me and felt the pain of being left to stand on my own. But I have also felt the warm embrace from a man who truly does love me. A man who holds my hand when I am scared, who wipes the tears from my face when I am sad, who lifts me up when I have fallen, and who challenges me every day to fight my battles with everything I am.
At 37 years old I have already fought an overwhelming amount of battles that no one should ever have to fight, but yet so many of us do. We fight and we fight and we fight some more. And no matter how many times we hear those words...fighting makes you stronger...we have a hard time believing it. But it is so true. With every battle we fight we do gain strength. It isn't the battle that makes us strong, it is the fight within us.
I am unique, creative, loving, kind, caring, supportive, loud, and proud. I am proud of who I am, proud of where I have come from, and proud of where I am going in life. I am proud of how hard I have fought to win this battle against mental illness. And I will continue to fight with all that I am. I will fight for myself, but I will also fight for others.
I will fight for those people who feel they are alone, abandoned, and afraid...I will stand up to those who call us "psycho", "crazy", "insane", and let them know exactly what they are up against. They are  up against individuals who never know, from one day to the next, what they will feel or experience, yet they survive. Individuals who can be in the depths of despair, yet pull themselves out and survive. Individuals who never stop fighting no matter what the odds and no matter what the battle is. Individuals like you and me! Fighters with the greatest will in the world to survive!

Helping Others

Today I received a phone call from our local newspaper. They heard that I was starting a support group for bipolar and depression in my county. They wanted to ask me a few questions about it so they could do an article for the paper. I was extremely excited and honored!
I explained to them that my reason behind the support group was so that individuals could share their experiences and feelings with the two disorders and offer support to others going through the same thing. I think it is so important for people to share their struggles and stories because it encourages others and helps them to know they are not alone.
I think feeling alone is one of the biggest problems with both disorders, any mental illness really. The feelings can be so overwhelming. How do we handle the feelings of aloneness? I know, for myself, there is nothing worse than thinking you are the only one in the world that is suffering, no one cares, you are not worthy of love and you tell yourself that is why you are alone. Our brains tell us lies and we believe them.
One of the things that has helped me to not feel alone is by sharing my story and reaching out to others. By reaching out to others I am not only helping them, but I am helping myself. Using Twitter and Facebook is one way to reach out to others, lend your support, and gain support. Sometimes it is so much easier to use social media because those people do not really know us, we can remain anonymous and share our deepest feelings without the worry of being judged. It has truly helped me in a way I never thought about before.
So my encouragement today is to reach out and help someone, you will be surprised at how much it will help you in return!

Tips For Coping

I wanted to share some coping tips I have learned during my journey of struggling with bipolar and depression. I hope you find at least one of these tips helpful as you continue to live your life with strength and courage. A lot of the tips include making lists which can be extremely beneficial when you deal with a brain that just does not want to function a lot of the time. So here goes...

1. First and foremost you must pray over everything! Talk to God throughout the day, when you are happy, sad, mad, etc. God understands and He is ALWAYS there to listen.
2. Second most important thing, do not wait to find a good counselor. No matter how strong you think you are get a counselor to help talk through all the many emotions you feel from day to day.
3. Make lists! This is key to help you figure out where you are in your life, what you have gone through, good or bad.
4. List your blessings daily, no matter how large or small, list them all. Try to list at least five a day, I bet you will find you have much more that that!
5. List the good things about yourself, do not be afraid to list ANYTHING.
6. List your support system, friends, family, pastors, counselors, etc.
7. List the different ways you can de-stress when you feel like you are losing control. Examples: take a hot bath, listen to a good song, call a friend, read encouraging quotes, etc.
8. Be involved as much as possible in a church, book club, online forums, or other social club.
9. Never be afraid to cry! Crying really does heal your soul. With every tear shed it is one step closer to feeling whole again. Tears do not show weakness, they show the building of strength!

I hope some of these may help and I look forward to sharing more thoughts throughout my journey!

The Beginning of My Story

I realized this morning I have never really introduced myself through this blog, so now might be a good time to do it. Here's my story...
At the ripe old age of six weeks old I was adopted by an amazingly, loving Christian couple and raised in a tiny little town in Michigan. I never knew anything but love and understanding growing up and was constantly reminded that God is love.
My troubles began in 1998 when I met and married a man who would change my life forever. This man did not know love, only hurt. He began physically abusing me shortly after we got together. I have been asked a million times, why did you not leave him? Well, as many abused individuals say, I loved him and I don't know why.
I gave birth to my first child in 1999 and two weeks after he was born I took a head first leap into depression. No warning signs, no small steps, nothing...just a dive into a deep black hole. Of course my husband continued the abuse and I continued taking it, falling deeper and deeper into that dark abyss.
As the years came and went I gave birth to two more amazing children, but lived in constant fear of an abusive man and a depression that came and went as often as it liked. In 2005 I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and was told it was due to PTSD. The abuse I had endured throughout the years had really done a number on my brain and so my life changed forever.
I struggled with hopelessness and next to no self esteem, I felt as though everything inside me had been destroyed and I would never be whole again. I fought daily for a marriage that was ending and I felt as though I had nothing left of myself.
On a rainy and gloomy day in September of 2010 I received a phone call that would add another huge piece to my story. My husband called and simply said, "I just filed for divorce, you can go pick up your papers at my attorney's office." My heart sunk and my mind raced with thoughts of fear, anger, sadness, and helplessness. I had spent 12 years living with a man who abused me almost daily, I had taken care of three children nearly on my own and fought for an abusive marriage I never should have been in in the first place. What was happening to me?
To make a very long story short, I survived. I survived the abuse, the marriage, and the divorce. It was anything but easy. At times I was so depressed I couldn't get out of bed, angry at what my life had become, hopeless because I felt so alone, and even suicidal at times. My marriage was over, but it was one of the biggest blessings of my life. I no longer had to endure the abuse.
Today, I am happily married to my second husband. I have full custody of my three children and am a step mom to two awesome children.

Short Story...Never Alone

Never Alone

By

Cristy A. Brown

She sat in her room not knowing where to turn. Her mind was racing. Was she happy, sad, angry, tired? What was going on she thought? Why was this happening to her? She felt a huge darkness swelling up inside her soul. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before; she was scared, tired, and alone.

The night before, Janice finally broke. She had taken what would be her last beating – emotionally and physically – from her husband. After years of abuse, it finally appeared to have ended with her husband’s words of finality, “I am leaving you.” Although Janice was scared of what was going to happen, she felt a wave of relief whirling through her mind and body. Though she would be alone, she would not have to endure any more damage brought on by years of abuse. However, the abuse was not over; it would continue to haunt her in ways she had never dreamed.

The day after Janice finally broke, she decided she needed to see someone. She made an appointment with her doctor and started the greatest and most difficult journey of her life. After discussing her horrible night with her doctor, he suggested she see a psychiatrist. Janice did not understand. Why would she need to see a psychiatrist? She wasn't crazy, and everyone associates a psychiatrist with someone who is crazy. What was going on? Janice once again felt a great sense of fear. Her fear turned to great panic and an overwhelming surge of sadness. Why was this happening? She just didn't understand. But crazy or not, she decided to at least go and talk to the psychiatrist.

Janice was exhausted the night before her appointment, but she could not sleep. Her mind raced with a million thoughts of what the next day would bring. She could not control the tears as they streamed down her face. But the more she cried, the more she felt a sense of anger welling up inside her. She tried to hide this from her husband, after all, he was leaving soon anyway, and he didn't care; no one cared. Janice was alone.

From the next room her husband heard her cries. He stumbled into the bedroom and started making fun of her. He asked why she was being such a baby and told her to get over it and to grow up. Janice felt as though she would burst! She could not ignore the anger that was growing deeper and deeper. She lashed out yelling and screaming at her husband, telling him all the things he wanted to hear.

Janice felt worthless, like garbage. No one cared and no one ever would. He yelled back agreeing with her that she was worthless and confirmed that no one would ever love her. He could obviously see she was just crazy. He told her she had always been crazy; that she needed locked up somewhere forever. Then those horrific words – the words that uncaring people say – came out of his mouth, “Janice, you should just kill yourself.”

Janice ran to the bathroom, slammed the door, and reached for her husband’s razor blade. She told herself it would just be better this way. No one needed her and no one loved her. The one person she trusted most just told her to end her life. How could life ever get better? I must be crazy she told herself; no one acts like this; no one feels like this...why am I so alone?

What Janice didn't know is that she wasn't alone. Thousands of individuals just like her suffer on a daily basis. But Janice had never heard of “others”. She had only heard that people who suffer from mental illness are crazy. That was the stigma. Janice didn't know what bipolar disorder and depression were. She didn't know it was something that could be brought on by emotional and physical abuse. What Janice did not know could have very easily ended her life that night. But it didn't. Janice made it through that horrific night and used her pain in a way that would help others.

Janice was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and depression brought on by PTSD. She had suffered for so long, and the results of emotional and physical abuse had really taken a toll on her mind. Janice was hospitalized for a couple of weeks and began a medication regimen that would change her life. She started therapy and began to help others by sharing her story of survival.

Now Janice is nationally known for her story. She has started many support groups for those who struggle with bipolar disorder and depression. She has shared her story far and wide, letting others know she is not ashamed because mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of. Her story is powerful and well known by thousands of those who share her pain. She has saved lives through her story. Most importantly though, she has shared her story of strength. Janice is not defined by her disorders, she defines them. She is the hope people need. She is strength!

You Are Not Alone

This disease is real...it hurts...it debilitates...we have got to get the word out there and help others. The pain is real, the emotions are exhausting, this disease takes its toll on thousands of lives. More support groups need formed, more groups need to be available through social media, and we need to get our stories out there so others can relate.

There is strength in numbers. We need to stand up and stand strong against this mental illness. We need to encourage others by reaching out and lending our ear to hear their stories. We need to throw away the fear inside us. We have to be a light to let others know they are not alone!

I stood alone last night, not knowing where to turn. I truly believe there needs to be more avenues of support out there. Some type of social media system where you can turn at any time of any day and someone who understands your struggle will answer you. I searched a lot last night looking for someone to talk to. I preferred someone who did not know me so that I could just open my heart and pour out my feelings. But alas, there was no one...

I want to be an avenue for others to share with. I want to be the start of something great. I want to serve others in a way that has not been done before. I will find a way...I will allow myself to be used to my fullest potential!

Hope

The light is there, I feel it somewhere, but cannot reach it
I struggle to breathe, when will I find rest?
Emotions are overwhelming the very depths of my soul
What will come next? What is in store for me? Will this end?
I need to reach the light, I cannot let the darkness consume me...
Just one more breathe, then another, fight, just one more step
I can find the hope, I must survive, this cannot last forever
Just a little further, peek into the light, shine down on me I beg
With each breath I take the pain fades slowly, very slowly, but there is a chance
I know I can make it, there is a light ahead, it may be dim, but I see it
I reach for it slowly, watching the darkness hit my back,
My brain battles every bit of positive I feel, but I fight it back with all that I am
I'm sensing happiness, I know it is there, it is within me, if only I can grasp it
Push further, dig deeper, fight the pain...there is hope ahead
With every step I take, every breath I take, the light is overtaking the dark
The moments are passing by, the fight continues on, I see you hope, I feel you
It is shining bright, the pain is gone, I fought the fight, I may have won
Hope is here, it is in my path, I can stand tall because I found the light
Darkness will come again but I have no need to fear, hope will always win...I can do this!

Panic Mode

Why do I panic when things do not go right? Is it my disease? Is it my past? What exactly is it?
This morning I realized I didn't have my debit card...couldn't find it anywhere...panic set in immediately! My husband kept telling me that this has happened before and that we would find it, but my mind told me life was over and negative thoughts swarmed my mind. How do I change this? How do I find a way to calm myself down? Why do I think life is over and everything is ruined when things don't go right?
Bumps in the road, no matter how big or small, can really shake us sometimes, especially when we struggle with mental illness. How do we get through these bumps? How do we force ourselves to use the coping skills we have learned along the way? That is something I really struggle with...using my coping skills when times get tough. I have a huge list of coping skills, but when my feelings and emotions take over everything flies out the window.
I think the best thing I can do to handle these bumps in the road are to really plan and prepare for the next "disaster". I need to keep a list of ways to deal with stress with me at all times. No matter how crazy it may seem to carry a little list with me it may really help me to see all the things I need to do in order to calm myself down and think logically. So from now on that is what I will do...carry my coping skills everywhere I go.
#copingskills #freakingout #bumpsintheroad

Medication Guessing Game

Did you know 1 in 5 people who have bipolar disorder also have ADHD...well apparantly I am one of those 1 in 5. I was taken off my anti depressants two weeks ago and put on Metadate for ADHD. My psychiatrist explained that the medication would work immediately if I truly had ADHD. The medication did, in fact, work right away...I felt so much better, like myself again, the fog had lifted. Unfortunately it only seemed to be in working order for about a week. By week two I was starting to slowly feel foggy again. My mood seemed to start bouncing from sad to irritable, I started feeling less energetic, nothing sounded "good" to me anymore. By the end of the second week I felt like giving up...all my old symptoms were back and heading to full throttle mode.

I saw my psychiatrist yesterday afternoon and he doubled my dosage of metadate and increased my Saphris (mood stabilizer). He told me I could take a double dose in the morning or split it up in the daytime. Crazy me decided to take the double dose this morning! I feel like a zombie...I don't know how else to describe this weirdness. I feel like staring off into space or maybe just going to bed...AHHH! It is so frustrating.

I am trying to stay positive, but my mind is definitely not functioning well today, hopefully tomorrow the medication will work if I split it up. Why are medications such a playground? Take one, try one, increase, decrease, side-effects, good mood, bad mood, sad, irritable, happy, excited, discouraged, encouraged...it all just seems like a big guessing game to me. I think I would be frustrated if my brain was even working properly today...but it's not...

#bipolar, #ADHD, #frustration, #medications, #crazy