I miss mania.
Well, to be more specific, I miss hypomania. I miss feeling like I can accomplish anything. I miss feeling the burning urge to write.
Since my last post, I have improved on the depression front. I am returning to Alaska, and I have a job there that I start on January 2nd, and I couldn't be happier. I will miss my family here, but I have learned that Alaska is just better for me right now.
My friend H and I are going to be working on the Bipolar project we have going. Its a series of images she photographed starring yours truly, along with personal reflections and facts about Bipolar Disorder. I'm very excited to get this project going, I think it is going to be a positive thing for both her portfolio and my soul.
This has been a brief update, in an attempt to get back into writing on this stupid thing. I am aware, of course, that this blog is akin to me screaming into an empty hallway, with random people leaving their apartments occasionally overhearing my babble. I'm ok with that.
Rock on.
-Z
Friday, December 16, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Let's Discuss Why I Haven't Been Writing...
Hello!
I very much doubt many of those who originally started reading this blog are still following it at all, since I haven't updated since February. Sorry about that. But, that explanation comes later.
First of all, a quick update. I went on a fantastic and wonderful roadtrip journey across the country, starting in Bellingham, WA, going down through California, across to New Orleans, LA, and finally ending up back home in Ohio. It was beautiful, humbling, and one of the best things I have ever done, despite my current financial issues that were not helped by this adventure. I am back in college, and Social Work has officially become my focus for my forseeable future. I am back with my oldest and dearest family and friends, and it is wonderful...it really is.
That being said, I am pretty spectacularly depressed.
It started when I was at the tail end of my journey, then went away for a bit, and then has continued to worsen over time. There are many reasons for this, I am quite sure, and many of them have become obvious to me through self-reflection and the never-ending observations of others (which are so crucial to me staying in reality). I think the worst part about being depressed is the complete lack of perspective that it brings. I AM HAPPY. No, really. I have the people I have loved for my whole life within reach, for the most part. I finally get to see my sister on a daily basis, a part of my life that I have missed so deeply. I feel at peace with my career decision. I'm being more open and honest about my Bipolar Disorder than ever, and I've even been taking the proactive steps to track my symptoms to better assist in my continued existence. (Moodtracker.com is awesome, but that's for another post)
And yet.
And yet I have been sleeping too much (14 hours) or too little (3 hours) at night, only to want to nap throughout the day, regardless. I am currently on the "too little" end of the spectrum, having woken up from a nightmare about an hour ago. I found myself thinking, (a dangerous past-time; I know -Beauty and the Beast ) and then I found myself remembering this site.
Its not that I forgot about it exactly. Its that I've been doing well, so it wasn't on the forefront of my mind. When I started it, I was entering into hypomania, which meant that I wanted to talk, and grow, and expand into the universe to be a part of everything...yadda yadda. I had a lot in my brain, and there was this PRESSURE to get it out. Then, responsibly, I recognized it and got help. Gradually, the NEED to write drifted into a desire to write, then into a mild interest, then into pretty much forgetting why I started this thing in the first place.
I started this blog first and foremost to purge myself of the demons that Bipolar has presented me with, as quite generous gifts. I wanted to educate myself and others about the disorder, and put a human face onto the disorder, as many that tried before and succeeded.
I want to come back to that. It was cathartic, and actually helped me realize that I was drifting into the "bad-place."
I am depressed. I'd go with mildly-moderately. Most days, mild. I am still taking my medications, but I need to change my antidepressant and my sleep medication, I think. In keeping with "needing to change" such things, I have an appointment to see a psychiatrist here. Granted, it was 3 weeks from the day I called to see him, but I'll take it. It was worse in New Orleans.
I cannot promise that I will be loyal in updating this blog again, any more than I can promise that I won't drop a glass full of milk tomorrow morning. But I will try. Being depressed makes it harder to want to dredge my mind for semi-interesting things, but I do end up with a lot of time at 3am to stare at walls.
Answers to a few questions you may ask:
Q. Where are you, on a scale of 1-to-Suicide?
A. Meh, about a 3. Honestly, that's really nothing to worry about. That basically means that I think about it a little more than usual, but do not desire to hurt myself, nor do I have any plans to do so. Still want to be alive. Would like things to be less difficult, but in the hey-I'm-still-breathing kind of way.
Q. Are you REALLY still taking your medications?
A. Yes, really. As prescribed, even. I hope to change a few of them soon, but I am not changing them on my own. Well, except for going back on Seroquel briefly to see if that would help with my sleep, but I was never taken off of it, and was left with the impression that it was on my discretion whether or not I should use it.
Q. Are you self-harming?
A. Except for the urge to smoke an occasional cigarette, no. I have put in measures to bring that down from about 4 a day to none, though. My sister has my pack, and I get one per day. Since I have no money, there is no concern about me buying more.
Q. Does anyone know?
A. Well, I hope you can keep my secret, internet...Shhhhh. Of course people know! That was the point of "coming out"! Silly internet. My sister, her mate, and many of my best friends are on the daily roster for checking in and processing. I feel horrifically guilty about this, but a majority of that is the depression talking, and I actually hope to get on that topic later.
Q. How's school going?
A. Fine, actually. I am taking the fewest credit hours of any semester/quarter in the history of my life (12 hours), but I'm enjoying it. The stress is both good and bad, but way more in the good than the bad.
Q. Where are you working?
A. Don't talk about that. Really, I might start getting upset. Suffice it to say, I don't have a job right now, despite many applications and an actual job offer that got rescinded by corporate because the company went into a hiring freeze. I hate, hate, hate not having work. This is the first time I've been unemployed since I was 15, and I am not handling it very well.
I think that about covers it for now. Thanks for being here for me, internet. And thank GOD you are not my only place to seek solace and help.
Be safe,
Z
I very much doubt many of those who originally started reading this blog are still following it at all, since I haven't updated since February. Sorry about that. But, that explanation comes later.
First of all, a quick update. I went on a fantastic and wonderful roadtrip journey across the country, starting in Bellingham, WA, going down through California, across to New Orleans, LA, and finally ending up back home in Ohio. It was beautiful, humbling, and one of the best things I have ever done, despite my current financial issues that were not helped by this adventure. I am back in college, and Social Work has officially become my focus for my forseeable future. I am back with my oldest and dearest family and friends, and it is wonderful...it really is.
That being said, I am pretty spectacularly depressed.
It started when I was at the tail end of my journey, then went away for a bit, and then has continued to worsen over time. There are many reasons for this, I am quite sure, and many of them have become obvious to me through self-reflection and the never-ending observations of others (which are so crucial to me staying in reality). I think the worst part about being depressed is the complete lack of perspective that it brings. I AM HAPPY. No, really. I have the people I have loved for my whole life within reach, for the most part. I finally get to see my sister on a daily basis, a part of my life that I have missed so deeply. I feel at peace with my career decision. I'm being more open and honest about my Bipolar Disorder than ever, and I've even been taking the proactive steps to track my symptoms to better assist in my continued existence. (Moodtracker.com is awesome, but that's for another post)
And yet.
And yet I have been sleeping too much (14 hours) or too little (3 hours) at night, only to want to nap throughout the day, regardless. I am currently on the "too little" end of the spectrum, having woken up from a nightmare about an hour ago. I found myself thinking, (a dangerous past-time; I know -Beauty and the Beast ) and then I found myself remembering this site.
Its not that I forgot about it exactly. Its that I've been doing well, so it wasn't on the forefront of my mind. When I started it, I was entering into hypomania, which meant that I wanted to talk, and grow, and expand into the universe to be a part of everything...yadda yadda. I had a lot in my brain, and there was this PRESSURE to get it out. Then, responsibly, I recognized it and got help. Gradually, the NEED to write drifted into a desire to write, then into a mild interest, then into pretty much forgetting why I started this thing in the first place.
I started this blog first and foremost to purge myself of the demons that Bipolar has presented me with, as quite generous gifts. I wanted to educate myself and others about the disorder, and put a human face onto the disorder, as many that tried before and succeeded.
I want to come back to that. It was cathartic, and actually helped me realize that I was drifting into the "bad-place."
I am depressed. I'd go with mildly-moderately. Most days, mild. I am still taking my medications, but I need to change my antidepressant and my sleep medication, I think. In keeping with "needing to change" such things, I have an appointment to see a psychiatrist here. Granted, it was 3 weeks from the day I called to see him, but I'll take it. It was worse in New Orleans.
I cannot promise that I will be loyal in updating this blog again, any more than I can promise that I won't drop a glass full of milk tomorrow morning. But I will try. Being depressed makes it harder to want to dredge my mind for semi-interesting things, but I do end up with a lot of time at 3am to stare at walls.
Answers to a few questions you may ask:
Q. Where are you, on a scale of 1-to-Suicide?
A. Meh, about a 3. Honestly, that's really nothing to worry about. That basically means that I think about it a little more than usual, but do not desire to hurt myself, nor do I have any plans to do so. Still want to be alive. Would like things to be less difficult, but in the hey-I'm-still-breathing kind of way.
Q. Are you REALLY still taking your medications?
A. Yes, really. As prescribed, even. I hope to change a few of them soon, but I am not changing them on my own. Well, except for going back on Seroquel briefly to see if that would help with my sleep, but I was never taken off of it, and was left with the impression that it was on my discretion whether or not I should use it.
Q. Are you self-harming?
A. Except for the urge to smoke an occasional cigarette, no. I have put in measures to bring that down from about 4 a day to none, though. My sister has my pack, and I get one per day. Since I have no money, there is no concern about me buying more.
Q. Does anyone know?
A. Well, I hope you can keep my secret, internet...Shhhhh. Of course people know! That was the point of "coming out"! Silly internet. My sister, her mate, and many of my best friends are on the daily roster for checking in and processing. I feel horrifically guilty about this, but a majority of that is the depression talking, and I actually hope to get on that topic later.
Q. How's school going?
A. Fine, actually. I am taking the fewest credit hours of any semester/quarter in the history of my life (12 hours), but I'm enjoying it. The stress is both good and bad, but way more in the good than the bad.
Q. Where are you working?
A. Don't talk about that. Really, I might start getting upset. Suffice it to say, I don't have a job right now, despite many applications and an actual job offer that got rescinded by corporate because the company went into a hiring freeze. I hate, hate, hate not having work. This is the first time I've been unemployed since I was 15, and I am not handling it very well.
I think that about covers it for now. Thanks for being here for me, internet. And thank GOD you are not my only place to seek solace and help.
Be safe,
Z
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