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Without the medication
I have recently been diagnosed as bipolar. I never felt that I was bipolar, I never have what I consider full blown episodes of mania. But as I look back at who I am I see my mind always running and little things that I do that definitely feel manic.
Well part of the solution to this was a couple of drugs to help stabilize my mood. I have been off work for a couple of months trying to work out everything that has been happening because of my undiagnosed condition. It really seemed that everything was ok, so it was time to get back to work.
Well I get into work and start to do my job and low and behold, I can barely function. It feels like I am in a fog, like cotton has been stuffed in my brain. My concentration is shot and my job is taking longer to complete. It is al little overwhelming that what I considered an easy job is now harder. I guess I never realized while I was away from work, because I didn’t need to focus as much.
After two days of this I realize I can’t go on this way. I do not have an appointment with a psychiatrist for three more weeks, so I make an executive decision and stop my meds until I can talk to my doctor. After the weekend I am back at work and the old me is there. The job is easy and I am happy. That is until that afternoon.
When I call my wife later in the day we have a disagreement and I fly off the handle at her. That is not something I was doing on the medication, but it has happened in the past. Was it simply a reaction to our argument or was it because I stopped taking the medication? I just don’t know for sure. As I examine myself as I am now I discover many subtle changes, some good some bad.
The medication helped push back the depression, which was a good thing, but it also curbed my energy. The entire time I have been taking my pills I just can’t seem to find the desire to exercise. Two days off the medicine and I can see me exercising, the want is coming back.
But the energy leads me to another thing. Ruminating about things. My mind has kicked up a degree and now my thoughts take off on tangents again. I have done this in the past, but I wasn’t so consciously aware of it before my diagnosis. Part of me likes that my mind is so active, it makes me feel alive. But when the mind runs wild and you run through possibilities and start assigning motivations to people born from your own thoughts.
I just don’t know what to do. I am so afraid that I am going to lose a part of me. A defining part that the me now can’t live without. That the guy on the other side, to fix my problems will wipe me out. They talk of the candle that burns twice as bright, maybe it is worth burning quicker and going out sooner.
Well part of the solution to this was a couple of drugs to help stabilize my mood. I have been off work for a couple of months trying to work out everything that has been happening because of my undiagnosed condition. It really seemed that everything was ok, so it was time to get back to work.
Well I get into work and start to do my job and low and behold, I can barely function. It feels like I am in a fog, like cotton has been stuffed in my brain. My concentration is shot and my job is taking longer to complete. It is al little overwhelming that what I considered an easy job is now harder. I guess I never realized while I was away from work, because I didn’t need to focus as much.
After two days of this I realize I can’t go on this way. I do not have an appointment with a psychiatrist for three more weeks, so I make an executive decision and stop my meds until I can talk to my doctor. After the weekend I am back at work and the old me is there. The job is easy and I am happy. That is until that afternoon.
When I call my wife later in the day we have a disagreement and I fly off the handle at her. That is not something I was doing on the medication, but it has happened in the past. Was it simply a reaction to our argument or was it because I stopped taking the medication? I just don’t know for sure. As I examine myself as I am now I discover many subtle changes, some good some bad.
The medication helped push back the depression, which was a good thing, but it also curbed my energy. The entire time I have been taking my pills I just can’t seem to find the desire to exercise. Two days off the medicine and I can see me exercising, the want is coming back.
But the energy leads me to another thing. Ruminating about things. My mind has kicked up a degree and now my thoughts take off on tangents again. I have done this in the past, but I wasn’t so consciously aware of it before my diagnosis. Part of me likes that my mind is so active, it makes me feel alive. But when the mind runs wild and you run through possibilities and start assigning motivations to people born from your own thoughts.
I just don’t know what to do. I am so afraid that I am going to lose a part of me. A defining part that the me now can’t live without. That the guy on the other side, to fix my problems will wipe me out. They talk of the candle that burns twice as bright, maybe it is worth burning quicker and going out sooner.
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