Tag: health

#191; a particular kind of pain

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“There is a particular kind of pain, elation, loneliness, and terror involved in this kind of madness. When you’re high it’s tremendous. The ideas and feelings are fast and frequent like shooting stars….But, somewhere, this changes. The fast ideas are far too fast, and there are far too many; overwhelming confusion replaces clarity. Everything previously moving with the grain is now against–you are irritable, angry, frightened, uncontrollable….It will never end, for madness carves its own reality.” – Kay Redfield Jamison

Last week, when news broke that Catherine Zeta-Jones had sought treatment for Bipolar II Disorder, a dear friend sent me a BBC article before the news had even hit my Twitter feed. It’s not often someone of international prominence comes out and announces that they suffer from a mental illness (perhaps with the exception of addiction). It’s even more rare that someone announces they suffer from a mental illness that I also live with.

While CZJ has been diagnosed Bipolar II, as has 18 year old Disney star Demi Lovato (talk about brave – an 18 year old girl coming out as receiving help for eating disorders, self harm, and Bipolar II, that is some serious courage on her part), I have lived with Bipolar I Disorder* most of my life. Diagnosed with Panic Disorder & Bipolar I as a teenager, I was incredibly proud of both ladies last week for opening up about the disease and, whether they meant to or not, starting a dialog about mental illness. According to WCVB Boston, the condition is underdiagnosed in America, but some celebrities have ‘come out’ over the years to increase awareness:

“…celebrities like Jane Pauley, Carrie Fisher and Linda Hamilton have helped to raise awareness and decrease the stigma. There has been much speculation that actor Charlie Sheen could have the condition.”

So, why is it, that I’ve never spoken about it here at atlimbo? My friends and family have all known for years, I’ve struggled with medications, addictions, relationships, focus – it’s not a very easy secret to keep, and so I just never tried. But to write about it so specifically, so personally, here where everything will live forever in Google cache… It’s daunting. Scary, in a way. I admire these women, I believe that Charlie Sheen desperately needs to see a psychiatrist, I keep up with the news coming out of NAMI and I participate in online communities for people with these illnesses. I’ve been educating myself about BD, schizophrenia, sociopathy, depression, addiction, obsessive compulsive disorder, self-harm, and all manner of other chemical imbalances since I was a kid. And yet, I don’t know how to write about it in any real way. I don’t know how to tell the story of my diagnosis, my trials and errors with medication and other treatments.

I know that in many ways I’m lucky. My family has never been anything but supportive and while Bipolar I has a higher instance of hospitalization and suicide and yet here I am, nearly 27 and I can keep a job, have a conversation with a stranger, keep my own home in order, and I’m slowly but surely learning how to sustain relationships. This last one is my biggest struggle. There are a lot of stories online about failed attempts and outrageous statistics. I’m contemplating therapy in my new hometown and my boyfriend is as supportive and understanding as they come – he’s seen me through many of my phases in the nearly ten years we’ve known each other, and that comes in handy when I don’t know how describe what’s happening in my brain. He knows what I mean without my even having to say it.

But none of this is really getting to the point. Which is this. Why can’t I write about it? Why is the point so damned convoluted for me? I know that the disorder is a chemical imbalance. I know that there are a multitude of causes and the real 100% cause isn’t even known – for now it’s considered a mixture of genetics, chemical flow in the brain, physiology, psychology, stressers… I know all of this. I’m glad to say I don’t buy into the social stigmas attached to the disorder or the idea to simply medicate it away… And yet, I can’t write about it. I can’t tell my story, despite my being proud to trumpet others who have done exactly the same with their own.

* Bipolar I Disorder is considered the more severe of the two including higher, more sustained jaunts of hypomania and a less consistent depressive side – for more information and a general overview of the disorder, click here.

#189; FIiL — Well, I’m Trying

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I’ve been a bit on the stressed side lately. Between politics, the move, re-starting a new/old relationship, an awful cold, and trying to get healthy, I haven’t had much in the way of a good nights sleep (which apparently lowers our ability to make good decisions, only adding to stress!). And so, as always, I’m here with my Friday, I’m in Love in an attempt to cheer myself up.

1st thing I’m loving today? Strangers in elevators. And no, I’m not talking Areosmith’s kind of loving, but the kind of friendly interaction that happens over the course of 45 seconds or so. This morning, I must have seemed pretty down because just before we hit my floor in my office building, the only other occupant of the elevator stepped foward and said “You know, it’s Friday.” When I snapped my attention to him he smiled brightly and said “That means you can smile if you like,” and I laughed a little bit, asking him if I really looked that miserable. He said yes, I did. So I smiled for a moment, and it felt nice to just forget the stress and the bad dreams and the sore throat for a second or two before beginning my workday.

2nd thing? The HuffingtonPost. It has gotten me through this very long week. ‘Nough said.

Thing the 3rd: Adorableness on the Internets. Because sometimes you’re just seriously in need of cuddly things and the dogs and cats that live in your house won’t give you the time of day.

I’d say if, considering the week I’ve had (which came to a head last night – had nightmares all night about animal rights activists taking over my house – it was quite a violent coup, too) I can come up with three things are cheering me up and getting me to 5 o’clock, then I’m doing alright. So tell me, where do you go when you need a guarenteed pick-me-up? What are your coping mechanisms for stress? I’d love to add to my list with any suggestions!

#187; it’s goin’ around

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I want my cold to DIAF. Scratchy throat? Check. Mildly feverish? Check. Lack of attention span? Check. Social plans on hold until further notice? Most Annoying Check Of All. General crummy feeling? Oh yeah. That too.

So I look to you, my geniuses and savants, my mom readers and fellow crazy twenty-somethings… Help a girl out. What are your favorite remedies? Home cooked ideas? Old family secrets (I won’t tell anyone, I promise!) are more than welcome here. Let’s divulge and help each other through the Spring cold season, eh?

#181; creating new routines every day

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I’ve decided I like to eat breakfast in the morning. This is a revelation, let me tell you, because I’ve never been a ‘before noon’ eater before, and honestly never much of an eater at all. Lately I’ve been taking baby steps toward better physical and mental health as my move has given me the opportunity of a fresh start. I may have only grabbed a donut and a coffee this morning, but it was a step in the right direction. Last night I had soup & chicken farfalle for dinner, and I ate nearly all of it. Why are my eating habits blog-worthy? I’m taking steps every day to make myself healthier, to recognize my issues and tackle them, just like I’ve always done with everything else. And so I ask – what habits are you working to improve? What routines are you creating for yourself to make every day better than the last?

#179; in a post-limbo world?

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I have asked this question many times, but today it hits me harder than any recent curiosity could. What does one do post-Limbo? Is it a choice between Heaven and Hell as the religious would have us believe? I wrote a loose definition of Limbo when I founded this website, meant to be an open space for me and my fellow mid-twenties lost children to think out loud. Since then, I’ve allowed the page to evolve through music obsessions; chronicles of my restlessness and wanderlust. I’ve even had to admit on these pages that I am no longer in my mid-twenties. Time marches on, I suppose, even in the ether of Limbo.

I think that’s something I didn’t understand when I began this blog. When I saw myself as eternally jaded and confused and 24. I dated musicians and drank too much and threw what few rules I had lived by out the window. I wore leggings and headbands and chain-smoked menthols in my knock-off Ray Bans. True, I still wear cheap plastic sunglasses, and I still smoke menthols, but looking back on the years I’ve spent in Limbo, I think I might have missed the point.

I’ve got some ideas, and some tough questions for myself, but it’d really help to know what you think. Check out my pontifications on life, Limbo, and moving forward, and let me know what you think after the jump…