It is now May 2009 and I was reading this part of my life in the blog below in 2007. Boy, was I bad shape! I didn’t even finish it. I’ll have to come back with that.
My father has ways to trigger my Bipolar and still does. Since this blog I have been doing a lot better. I have finally accepted my problems and am dealing with them. I still have manic episodes but instead of grabbing a drink and a smoke I go for a walk, read or write. I also talk to God and some how I now believe in Angels. That’s right. You heard that. You know the story when someone murders someone and is sent to jail they suddenly find God? Well, I did. I have been in the dark so long that amazing things started to happen. They said God won’t help you unless you help yourself. I now believe that. I took control of my life by doing what I needed to do to get my life and me back on my feet. Do the right things. No the wrong. I decided it was time to get help with my bipolar and when I did my drinking slowed down. My trigger is when I get really upset or someone pisses me off the first thing I think about is “I’m going to the store and get some wine and a pack of cigarettes. I’m then going to come home sit on the couch, turn on the TV, and just drink and smoke until there’s nothing left. That’s what I would do. Now, it takes every inch of me not to do that. It happen to me the other day. I was so mad and didn’t know what to do or cope – This little demon in me kept saying “Go get some cigarettes. It’s okay. Just a couple won’t hurt. I drove to the 7-11 got out of my car up to the cashier and said, “Carlton 100’s, please.” They didn’t have any! It must of been a sign. Normally, I would get back in my car and drive until I would find some. I didn’t to it this time. I went home and wrote. That’s how I’ve been doing it. Writing. I’ve got journals all over the place. I keep going back to them and that helps. I hope this helps someone else.
I feel that I have no one to talk to about Bipolar. I found recently that I have duel Bipolar. Bipolar and Alcoholism. When I talk to my dad he just doesn’t want to hear my issues about my mania. He just doesn’t want to accept my illness. The other day when I was talking to him I tried to tell him what I was going through. Just like when I ended up in the mental hospital when I committed myself after binge drinking for two weeks, and then the thought of suicide, which I didn’t go through because of intervention from above. Even then I dropped hints on how now I was and how lonely I felt.
I had just lost a relationship of 5 years and at the same time my son told me he was going in the army for 6 long years. Six long years! I couldn’t cope. I started drinking to stop the feelings I was having. I would panic and have anxiety. So I just drank around 2-3 weeks around the clock.
Then one night everything came to an end I attempted to cut my wrist. But something happen and instead called a friend, not my parents. My friend called my doctor who had been treating me and I then went to the hospital where I stayed for 7 weeks. My Dad finally realized that I had a problem. However, I do still drink, that don’t think I do. I’m hinting again, but no one listens. I don’t want to hurt them.
I spoke with my mom this morning about my conversation with my dad and she actually opened up to me. She told me she had been crying and rocking back and forth for no reason. So we talked and she listened and I listened. I don’t talk to her usually because she gets to upset. She can’t remember things here lately and that depresses her. So I don’t talk very much to her about my issues.
Last year I started accepting the fact, because I looked back on my past of lost jobs, lost relationships, suicidal thoughts, just crazy thinking, and a whole lot of bull. I figured there is some kind of problem and I think about he doctors that diagnosed me with bipolar. But even then it wasn’t as published as it is now. I just kept denying it because they seem not to think it important. When I was in rehab they gave me Lithium and Paxil. I was so drugged out. I took lithium for a while until I went to another doctor and they said it was a dangerous drug. So I was put on Lexapro, Celexa and then Prozac. I never could afford to go to the proper doctor.
I’m fed up. I’m, 56 years old and I need help. I have no job or insurance but thought there has to be some kind of help out there. I spend the other day doing research and found site for North Dallas Bipolar Group. It was great to get feedback from others that have gone through exactly what I have been going through. I just thought I was crazy and all alone.
Once my father told me that mom had manic. I figured it was inherited. Was it? Or is it? Just he other day I was trying to tell him what I have found out lately and about mom. He said, “She doesn’t have manic she is just depress, It’s old age.” But dad that was a long time ago that you said that and she still does sits all alone in the back room crying. When we spoke this morning she said it’s because she felt helpless and all alone. That’s the way I feel. So we talked. It was great for the first time. If only we could do more of that.
My mom can’t walk very well and she can’t drive so she doesn’t go anywhere except to the back room in her rocker watching Gunsmoke over and over again. She isolates herself like I do here in my little apartment away from the world.
When I was trying to talk to my dad the other day about the appointment I finally got with UT Southwestern Medical Center and how excited I was he just changed the subject and asked if I got my car inspected. Did you do this or that? I guess your going to have to work several jobs for money or I guess you’ll have to get on disability. Anything to make me feel bad. I finally just told him I had to hang up.
Yesterday I went and got my car inspected and had nothing but problems. They wanted to flush my radiator, clean my engine, etc., and kept saying no to the point if they said one more thing I was going somewhere else. After the inspection I went across the street to the grocery store and when I came out my tire was flat. Did they do it? Was it my thought?
Regarding the UT Southwestern Medical University. I have an appointment not this week but next week to undergo some test to see if I qualify. I just hope I say the right things. If I’m accepted I will get free therapy and treatment for a new drug that stops the craving of alcohol and helps the bipolar. Wouldn’t that be great? Could the lord be looking out for me on this?
I lie a lot, and I make things bigger than they really are. I act. It’s like I living in another world besides my own. I’m negative by cutting myself down all the time and sometimes I just want to runaway and not deal with anything. I’ve done this in jobs when things get crazy I just want to run and not deal with it. Somehow I know things like I know when someone is talking about me or that I know my job is in jeopardy, a lot of things. Mostly things come true of things I think about. I believe it’s called intuition. My x-husband use to think I was a witch because I could call him on things that I wasn’t suppose to know.