Bipolar Disorder
Less Stress, More Peace
The past week and a half has been eventful, luckily most of it was neutral or positive. I used to underestimate the worth of peace in my life. I thrived on drama and chaos; it could make me feel alive like little else could. These days I appreciate peace; having it improves my quality of life, which in turn helps me from falling into an episode.
Things that have happened this month, in no particular order:
I returned to work after being out sick for three weeks
I started dating again
I spent time with my grandparents, nieces, nephews, and other family members
I got to see and talk to my brother
My mother moved out
I got a new supervisor
The anniversary of my sister’s death and birth
I made peace with the miscarriage that haunted me most and I honored my lost child
The Creative Juices are Flowing
The last few days I have an intense desire to be more creative. Some of my ideas are to write stories again, build more websites1, create more t-shirt designs, and re-explore photography and abstract painting. I want to try some new things as well like making candles or sculpting.
I tend to start a lot of projects and then give up on them because I get bored, overwhelmed, or hit some other roadblock; after which, I add them to my “finish later” list and move on to something else. The two things that I often come back to are writing and web design. They both come very natural to me and I enjoy them. However, I want to create something without words that speaks to people on a different level. I want to make something beautiful.
- after I get my current ones moved to a new host [↩]
I Failed the Tough-Love Method
I have a tough exterior, but at heart I’m a sucker. I want to help people out as much as I can and I tend to empathize with them too much. Being that way has brought some satisfaction to my life, but it has gotten me screwed over quite a few times as well. Nevertheless, I am usually unable to say no, even when I know I should.
Case in point, my mother has done everything but shit on me and yet I still feel compelled to help her out. Until the past month, I had little to do with her since last year because she is so burdensome.
My grandpa kicked her out around the time my uncle reconciled with his girlfriend and moved out of my spare bedroom. She didn’t have anywhere to go and she asked me if she could stay at my house for awhile. I told her she could stay a few weeks despite the fact she had stolen my car the week before.
She lies to and steals from me to support which ever addiction (gambling, drugs, men, etc) is controlling her at any given moment. She has proven she can’t be trusted and she has steadily become more and more irresponsible.
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Recovery Is Still a Challenge
The aspect of recovery from mental illness that is most difficult for me is having the knowledge that relapse is not only possible, it is inevitable. It has made me damned near obsessive with self-awareness. Many thoughts, behaviors, and urges I have are automatic, but I find myself frequently questioning them shortly thereafter.
For instance, if I have the urge to exercise, I ask myself if it’s because an episode is in progress or impending, then other questions follow, such as: Is it because you’re manic and have too much energy? Is it because you want to lose weight? If so why do you want to lose weight? Are you ashamed of your body? Are you starting to hate yourself again?







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