There’s been many changes in my life since my last blog. I’ve gone through a lot of mental changes.
I went to another psychiatrist and he took me off all my medications – Lithium, and Paxil, except Trazodone and my blood pressure pills. Instead, he gave me Latuda a new Bipolar medication. The problem? It was too expensive especially living on medicare. There was nothing left for me to take. I’ve taken just about every medication you could almost think of tand they caused hallucinations, blackouts, seizures and memory loss. I lost a lot of memory taking Lithium. So I went cold turkey and got off Lithium and Paxil and didn’t experience any manic episodes. With hepatitis c I have to be careful with medications I can take.
After 6 months my head was clearer than it had ever been. I thought about all the bipolar stuff and remembered a guy I met in the mental hospital who had bipolar. We talked about it a lot, and I couldn’t relate since I’ve never had manic episodes the way he did. I saw him get really sick and it was scary. So I thought, well maybe I was misdiagnosed and it was ADD, depression and anxiety the whole time, and not Bipolar.
I did have to go back to my old doctor and get some anxiety medicine, Clonazepam, and Paxil for depression. This has been working rather well. I’ve always had anxiety but never really got treated for it. I use to have bad panic attacks in the middle of the night after my abusive relationship, which is where the Trazodone came in.
I asked the doctor if she thought it was possible that the doctor at the mental hospital classified me as bipolar after attempting suicide after becoming terribly depressed, and started binge drinking, because he wanted to call it something. And this is after my son told me he was going into the military for six years, and my boyfriend was sleeping with another woman 20 years younger. I couldn’t take all that so I drank to make it go away. That one trip to the mental hospital became my desolate trip through life. I had a stamp on my head. “I’m Bipolar.”