Three years ago I moved in with my parents to take care of them – both with Alzheimer’s. As days went buy I became depressed isolating myself in the back room waiting for my name to be called. I was called to fix the TV, cell phone, ext. The memory of both of my parents was getting worse. I was having a hard time with this. The problem, I stop taking care of myself. I went in depression as well as mania. I started having delusions, my creativity went south, and my anger increased. I couldn’t write any more because my brain was blank. I stop creating jewelry because I couldn’t come up with an idea.
I decided after a couple of years it was time for me to get a life. Time for my brother to take over. It was a hard decision, but I did move to North Carolina where my son lives. It was a risky decision having bipolar. I have Bipolar 1 and major in manic. It was real scary and very really guilty leaving my parents.
I will be writing my story about how bipolar/manic is effecting me today. I hope to keep writing – it’s been a long since I have. I just haven’t felt like it and I’ve had brain was just on standby. I’ve learned about bipolar by doing research and meeting other bipolar people. I also see my medication doctor on a daily basis as well as a therapist.