Being recently diagnosed with the mood disorder, bipolar II also known as bipolar light, I’ve come to realize the roots and reasonings of my previous behaviors and actions. Having bipolar II is much different than bipolar I. I start by establishing this because the second I mention bipolar, people often misconstrue the meaning and aren’t aware of the different types. Bipolar II consists of episodes of severe depression and mild manic symptoms. Bipolar I is when a patient has extreme manic and depressive episodes. Basically, I have the low, low’s without the super high, high’s.
It’s no secret that I’ve battled bouts of depression. I’ve experienced four major episodes. My depression is cyclical, meaning I have recurring episodes every few years. This has been the case since I was 15. Sometimes I can recall depressive episodes happening before then, back to the age of 8.
Childhood anxiety and depression is terrifying, naturally. No child should have to endure that emotional pain and disturbance. I’d have night terrors, trouble sleeping due to the sheer fear of closing my eyes, obsessive-compulsive thoughts and habits (i.e. sitting at my table counting to 100 everyday before class began in the first grade), anxious thoughts about my loved one’s safety, any emotional disturbance making me physically ill, and more. I was an 11 year old girl carrying the fears of an overly-stressed, middle-aged being, relying on verses (that I did not understand, what-so-ever) out of my Precious Moments Bible to bring me comfort.
As I grew older, my symptoms of depression started getting more severe. Dramatic weight loss, major fatigue, loss of interest in just about everything but sleeping, etc. Sometimes I'm too tired to be sad. The physical toll depression takes is just as painful as the mental and emotional parts. Sometimes it's even worse.
The anxiety takes ahold of my thoughts. They race so quickly. My brain thinks of things I don’t want it to; scary things, and it doesn’t stop. I try and distract myself with pleasant thoughts like visions of pretty flowers and lyrics to sweet songs but nothing sticks. Times like these are when I have to dig out my bible and dive right in… Of course, now I have Google to help me out with verses I still can’t quite grasp.
On top of those lovely anxious thoughts, my social anxiety can get OUT OF CONTROL. To keep my thoughts and my voice relaxed when talking to someone else, I fidget with my hands, fingers, and jewelry (hello, that’s why I wear so many rings). If I focus my anxiety onto my hands, I have more flowing, normal thoughts while conversing with others.
Then, there is my mania. Mwahaha.
Oftentimes, anxiety evokes or develops into manic episodes. My manic episodes aren't severe as stated in the first paragraph, but definitely creep up on me pretending to be “fun and spontaneous” ideas, when they’re truly impulsive, dangerous, and unhealthy behaviors. Learning the difference of the two is the fun part.
Since my diagnosis, I have been backtracking my previous decisions and evaluating from which of the two reasons they were made. So far, most of them have been classified as the oh-so-fun, impulsive, dangerous, and unhealthy manic, me. I never really knew that this mood, a.k.a mania, had a rhyme or reason. I honestly just thought that mood was part of my personality. What made me, me.
This is where it might start sounding a little confusing. You see, that manic mood is still what makes me the person that I am, but there’s a thin line to that edginess. A line that I now know is very unhealthy to cross. The medications that I have been prescribed to stabilize my moods makes me pause and really evaluate my decisions and tactics when reacting to situations. I consider actions and behaviors that will positively impact me as healthy, where as the other ones that will negatively affect me as, not so healthy.
Yes, this all may seem so easy and simple to you as the reader, but to me, none of these thought processes ever processed! It’s humorous to me now. Not so much that I look back and think that my old train of thought was a complete joke, but that I never had the tools to realize that there was actually a biological answer to the (cough, cough) problems I was having.
After becoming quite acquainted with my mood disorder, many things have been brought to my attention as far as treatment. Bipolar is nothing to cope with alone, especially since you’re already isolated in the bubble that is mental illness. I said, “you’re” because I’m assuming that if you’ve read this far you’re still intrigued and want insight to how the disorder really feels, or you have mental health matters of your own. Either way, no one’s judging here.
The National Alliance on Mental Illness states that 1 in 5 adults in the US experiences mental illness in a given year. That means that when you’re at school, work, hanging out at a bar, or in any other public place, you’re going to run into someone who has experienced mental illness. So that means we should all probably be a little kinder and warmer to others considering the facts.
People need people to survive.