As I have mentioned before, I do not care for taking medicine. I’ve come to accept taking my crazy pills, but I’m never thrilled about over-the-counter meds; however, I hate going to the doctor even more, so sometimes medicine is a necessary evil. This was the case last summer when I had some fluid in …
Hypomania is where it is at!
For a person with bipolar disorder, hypomania is the place to be! Hypomania is a wonderful area on the mood spectrum. As one of my favorite authors says, it’s three-quarters manic. With hypomania, a person has all the good things about mania, sans the dangerous disregard for consequences. For me, I am my best self …
My take on exercise (Part II)
On Fridays I will choose a topic on which to give my take. Take being a nice word for opinion. I will simply share my thoughts on whatever random topic comes to mind. I look forward to seeing where this section leads us. Last week I wrote about how exercise likely kept me from having …
Patients and therapists and hospitals…Oh my!
As much as I talked at home with my parents, I didn’t talk nearly as much at the out-patient facility. Part of that was my shyness, but I also think I knew I’d give myself away as cuckoo if I talked too much. The other patients talked too much anyways. I picked up on this …
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It’s a curse! It’s a shame! No, it’s a blessing.
I was angry after coming home from Baylor. I was angry about not being at school where I belonged, and although I probably could not have articulated it at the time, I thought it incredibly unfair for God to give me bipolar disorder. A journal entry a few weeks after coming home from Baylor is …
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My take on exercise (Part I)
I believe I wasn’t diagnosed as bipolar until I was 19 due to my daily, rigorous exercise routines in middle school and high school. I played sports year around, and I never gave myself off days; often doing extra running after games. Even in the summers I would exercise daily. I was addicted to exercise, …
High school mania
After I was diagnosed and came to accept my diagnosis, a certain day in high school suddenly made much more sense to me. It was a Friday morning of my senior year. It was the beginning of volleyball season, and we had a tournament. We all had to wake up at an un-Godly hour because …
My first day
My first day at the hospital was on the Saturday following my 75 hour bout without sleep. I went there every weekday after that for a few weeks, but my assigned psychiatrist discharged me somewhat unexpectedly. The weeks I went to the out-patient facility are a blur to me now, and I cannot differentiate my …
My take Fridays: My take on dogs (Part II)
On Fridays I will choose a topic on which to give my take. Take being a nice word for opinion. I will simply share my thoughts on whatever random topic comes to mind. I look forward to seeing where this section leads us. My post last week about dogs was the story about how I …
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I’m not going to get pregnant
I like my psychiatrist. He’s a little quirky, but he is kind and very good at what he does. He doesn’t just prescribe my medication, he is also interested in how I’m doing on a larger scale. I see him every four months, so a lot can happen in my life in between my appointments. …
