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November 15, 2005, 2:16 pm PST

I have a form of Bipolar, no manic highs

I wish I knew how to be happy. 

I only get sad & sadder. 

Dyskslemia <sp?> is what I have. 

I get manic lows, I hate them. 

I take a sleep aid and it does not always help me sleep. 

I was recently taken off Topomax because of Glaucoma symptoms. 

It seemed to be a mediator to my other meds. 

I don't feel normal, I don't like myself very much. 

I just mope around and take one day at a time. 

Mary 

 
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November 15, 2005, 3:37 pm PST

Bipolar Disorder

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     Hi, my husband is in the navy and went to the doctor today because he is having sleeping problems, he goes to sleep but then after about 2-3 hours of being asleep he wakes up every hour.  He also gets really restless when he comes home and he goes to the mall and walks around for hours.  He is always worried about money even though we are fine money wise, and he is always worried about me and if I am safe.  The doctor is doing lab tests tomorrow to check his thyroid, and other things.  The doctor said it maybe bipolar but my mom and I think it is just anxiety.  We just moved into our first place, 2000 miles away from all of our family, to our first duty station.  They are not going to be able to do anything else until sept.  and I really dont know much about bipolar I have looked at some good websites and gotten some information but I dont know how to help him.  Today at first I kept looking at reasons why it cant be bipolar and trying to not to worry and telling myself that that cant be it, I know that sounds just wrong, but it is how I feel.  I dont know how to help him, and I dont know how to talk to him.  I just dont know what to do.  I know he hasnt been diagnosed yet and it is a bit stressful waiting, and I know he is worried and stressed about it and I dont know how to help him and that hurts me.  I want to help him I want him to feel good.  I am scared, I know that it can be helped I know there are meds and everything but it is still hard. Thanks for reading, sorry that I rambled.  Advice is welcomed! 

My first husband was diagnosed with Bipolar Disease.  His first signs were sleeplessness.  He would sleep a few hours and be up for the day.  He didn't requrie much sleep.  One night he woke up with chest pains and I took him to the hospital.  He was diagnosed with anxiety attacks and he just went down hill after that.  He was later diagnosed with bipolar.  He refused to accept it and would not take medication for it.  Your husband may or may not have bipolar but if he does, there are a lot of good support groups out there.  If he takes his medications, follows the program and sticks to it he will be fine.  If he chooses not to follow through, it will be a rough road for you.  Good Luck and god bless. 

  

  

 

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November 15, 2005, 3:59 pm PST

Just diagnosed

Hi,   

  

After at least 4 years of battles with ups and downs with depression, I've been diagnosed with Bipolar... Not sure how I feel about it. But I'm glad I now have a name to put to this hell that I've been going through. What I wonder most at this point is how the heck am I suppose to deal with 32 years of pain and old wounds due to things that were said to me throught the years? things that were in relations with my behaviors... as far back as I can remember I've had negative reinforcement... I'm smart enough to know the difference now and understand it... but still.  This whole "internal dialog" that we hear Dr. Phil say... it's easier said than done... 

I'm sure that I'm not the only one going through this, so I hope that we can all support each other though this. 

Simply knowing that I'm not alone and that what lies ahead is a road that's been traveled by others actually soothes the anxiouness a little bit. 

  

I want to thank Dr Phil for putting this site up and this board, because here in Québec, Canada... you're on your own and there is little if no support at all for this disorder that affects so many people. 

  

Again, 

thank you 

Nat 

 
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November 15, 2005, 4:57 pm PST

HI

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I wish I knew how to be happy. 

I only get sad & sadder. 

Dyskslemia <sp?> is what I have. 

I get manic lows, I hate them. 

I take a sleep aid and it does not always help me sleep. 

I was recently taken off Topomax because of Glaucoma symptoms. 

It seemed to be a mediator to my other meds. 

I don't feel normal, I don't like myself very much. 

I just mope around and take one day at a time. 

Mary 

I am new to this board. I hope I am replying to the above msg.   

  

I was diagnosed Bipolar 2 1/2 yrs ago, after 2-3 yrs of misery, could not get out of bed, couldnt sleep, crying for hours every day, feeling lost, and such despair, sleeping pill addiction, on and on. 

  

I now take Lamictal, which is relatively new...it was approved only 6 mos before I was diagnosed.  I also top that off with some Wellbutrin...the cherry on top.  From asking my Dr re Topamax, and researching it on the internet, it seems to have lots more icky side effects than most of the other meds.  I also tried and detested Depacote...I felt like I was stoned all the time.  Plus gained instant 7 inches...EXTRA depressing. 

  

At least we weren't born 50 yrs ago (like my bipolar grandmother who was diagnosed schizophrenic, and went to bed for 30 yrs....no help for bipolar folks untl lately, really).  Also,  

you simply did not tell ANYONE until really just lately. 

  

I do tell people.  I tell people because what if someone they care about has this?  And, as a result, I have helped a lot of people.  That feels good.  We have to make ourselves do things that help us 

feel good.  AND, I happen to think that it is important that bipolarity should not remain a stigma, 

or some embarrassing, or shameful thing.  No more than diabetes.  We just got the gene.  Could 

have been a leukemia gene!  Is that shameful?  Nope. 

  

A really good book, (the author wrote several, "An Unquiet Mind", Kay Jamison (brilliant, off the charts bipolar, and she treated bipolar patients!!)....One quote in that book that helped me so much..."Before you can accept something difficult, you must find something about it to be beautiful". 

I realized that being bipolar had made my life more interesting than "normal" people's (maybe I am rationalizing).  My brilliant diagnosing doctor said to me, upon delivering the dreaded "B" word diagnosis..."You are in very good company."  She referred me to another book by same author: 

"Touched With Fire"...you would not believe how many artists, poets, authors etc..were bipolar. 

Gosh, it was like joining a very exclusive club, really.  If you only go to the book store, and peruse 

the index, you will be amazed at your fellow BP"s. 

  

So, in a way, I began to believe that it was a kind of gift from God, really.  Thinking in that way has helped me so much.  He made me, made us all....he made us how we are for SOME reason... 

I began to think of it as, in some unknown way, a blessing....it makes us special, really.  It does. 

Lots of people cannot even FEEL their feelings at all, for one thing. 

  

I also find it so helpful to just surrender every day to a higher power  (I am not an off the charts fundamentalist, ok?  But I DO believe in God / a higher power...even if it is something  within each of us). 

  

If your sleep aid is Trazadone, well, it helped me FALL asleep, but not stay asleep...only  for about an hour...I had to stop taking it because it  made me so dizzy, i kept falling...during the day!  Not to mention horrible inner ear itching (go figure....goes with the dizzy thing, tho).  AND, not sleeping 

is depressing to the most "normal" amongst us.  That is the suckiest symptom!!!! 

  

I have a tape (now this sounds ridiculous...but it is called The Law of Allowing...by Abraham Hicks (website).  I have used it for over 2 years.  Something about this woman's voice, on this particular tape (on others she, for me, talks too fast, or something) is hypnotic, or I have trained myself to fall asleep to it.  I find it very helpful to listen to SOMETHING (other than my ruminating thoughts), particularly a soothing voice (ie Clarissa Pinkola Estes also has a very soothing voice).  I wake up sometimes every hr thru the night, but I hit the rewind button, and play it again, and USUALLY go rt back to sleep...  Listening to something else (even get something that is soooooooooooo boring to you....like a CD about statistics, or astrophysics,...something)..keeps our minds (mine, anyway) occupied by something other than our own thoughts.  Works for me, at least. 

  

As far as "knowing how to be happy"....well, really, I am not so sure that most people know how to be happy.  Content would be good, you know?  On the meds, yes, I definitely missed those exhilarating highs...that SEEMED like "happiness"...I love those.  But then, the lows just took over completely....Now, I feel pretty even, really.  I know what you mean, you dont feel like yourself anymore.  For the longest time, oh my gosh, I felt sooooooooooo boring!!  But, then I weighed that 

against the horrible depression, and boring seemed pretty good.  I think that once we accept where we are...we get to move up a tiny step....just a tiny step higher.   

  

I like to say "keep your eye on the light".  There is one...there is a light...even when the clouds are the thickest and most gloomy, what is behind the clouds?  A blue sky, a sun, birds...look some time on a cloudy day.  Try to imagine your sadness as being like those clouds.  Behind them, there is light.  It might be a while before you see it, but I think it helps just to KNOW  it.   

  

Find a really good doctor....the meds are sooooooooo important.  Try the tapes for sleeping.  One 

day at a time is a good thing.  I try to make myself do something physical every day.  Get some Nike shox..they put a spring (literally) in your step, and MAKE YOURSELF walk around the block...even one time for starters.  (first time is the hardest). 

  

I am telling you things that I MADE MYSELF DO that helped me, starting this past year, when the pit seemed to loom nearby.  I made myself call about 20 girlfriends and make lunch (or something) plans...walking plans, even.  I made myself sign up for salsa classes (sounds corny, but that music is very uplifting!!  Try it, you will be surprised, maybe).  I MADE MYSELF do a lot of things that I had no desire or will or energy to do, because, somewhere inside, I knew that it would fill my heart..fill my heart with love for them, and for myself.. 

  

The other thing (I need to take my own advice on this)...is to go and volunteer some place...I keep promising myself that I will do this, because I know that it will make a huge dirrerence...I know it, but of course, there is that "stuck" thing....I am sure you know what I mean, right?) 

  

Baby steps....not just one day at a time, one baby step at a time...call ONE person right now, 

watch a funny video, pray, and just say thank you for giving me this "thing"....I also find that gratitude, 

even for seemingly horrible things, helps us move forward.  What we resist , persists.  It just does. 

Final thought....imagine yourself (the tape I mentioned above mt help) being happy.  See what you are doing...imagine yourself (impossible, rt now, I know,...but TRY) as happy as you can possibly imagine being.  What are you doing?  If it is something you can do, or aim for....take a baby step in 

that direction. 

  

Sorry to be so long winded.  This is my first post...and I just know so much how horrible it feels to be drowning in misery and depression...like being in a hole, and you cannot get out...and no one understands, or it feels like no one does...very few people actually can really relate.   Like I cannot 

fully relate to my friend who lost her husband last year...I can try, I can feel bad for her, but I have 

no idea what that really feels like.  One reason this message board is very helpful. 

  

You have to help yourself.  The right medicaiton makes a huge difference, but, really, for me, the thing that has made the biggest difference has been to make myself do stuff...call a friend, clean out a drawer...tidy up a messy area (easy to let everything go to heckl when one is totally depressed....I didnt even want to wash my hair!!) 

  

I hope I can log back into this board.  I would like to keep up with you....It is so much easier to tell someone else "what to do"....easier than following one's own advice.  I need to do some more of what I have suggested to you above...Thanks for being the reason I needed to think about that. 

I am going to call a friend right now. 

  

Best to you....and, remember, there is absolutely nothing wrong with crying.  I think it is kind of like 

squeezing the water out of a sopping wet sponge....you just have to squeeze and squeeze, and cry and cry, until it is all dried up. 

  

Oh, one last thing...don't beat yourself up for being sad, for "moping"...just go right ahead and MOPE as hard and as much as you possibly can!  Enjoy moping...I try now to ENJOY my crying times.  Just let yourself be sad and low....just allow those feelings...but remember the light...and 

call a friend.  And let me know what you did, ok? 

  

(I sound like Dr Laura, don't  I?  Nope, just an expert on depression, I am quite sad to say. 

 
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November 15, 2005, 5:14 pm PST

Hi, re your sleep meds

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I am 48 and recently diagnosed with bipolar. Not sure if right diagnoses.. but beginning new meds. Geodeon, and Zoloft.  also taking a sleep aid which has mad a world of difference being able to sleep. there were days, nights, I was awake.. egads.. frustrated yes. I have been on many different meds. either they made me gain excessive weight. or put me into a spirialing depression.. withdrawing from life. for months.  I should have started a journal. but there are days that just pass me by.  Bipolar. mental illness just downright sucks. I am so sick and tired of not being normal. right now. I feel more shame from this disease. I want to be there for my daughter and grandbabies.. but right now, feel overwhelmed, with,, well with life.  Don't know for sure why I am writing.I have learned keeping silent just bites too.. but talking and finding knowledge, gives me more power.. and to find out I am not alone, would help lots. Don't know why shame comes into play with me so overwhelmingly these past few days.. Prabably cause I feel no good to anyone. Not even to myself.  But I am fighting, till, I come to a normalicy in my life. If my own daughter can overcome the odds.. I feel I should too.. gee am I just feeling sorry for myself? ,, I am screaming to feel normal.. feel healthy.. feel like I contrubute to life.

Hi, 

What medication has helped you sleep?  I have tried, (I think) everything. 

  

There is nothing shameful about bipolarity.  When I was first diagnosed, I felt as tho I had a huge 

ugly wart on my face that said "screwed up"!!  Yeah, talking about it (I don't mean obsessively), 

helps.  They say when you let something out into the light (not keep it inside), it has a better 

chance of healing.  Makes the whole thing so much worse...keeping it a secret. 

  

It is like telling someone you have diabetes....just a genetic thing.  You didn't go do something horrible to get it....nothing to be ashamed of...nothing at all.  Think of it as something that makes 

you special..   

  

PS....After being diagnosed with it, I have thought a lot about "normal"...I am not so sure that normal 

is even a word that should be allowed to exist!!   What is "normal".  ?  Cannot think of one single 

thing....people do not come standardized.  This just makes you more "interesting"...think of it like that, instead.  Shame, all by itself, is wretched to suffer...let that, at least, go.  Name one single 

"normal" person.  Just try it !!! 

 
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November 15, 2005, 6:14 pm PST

Hope it HELPS

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Hi,   

  

After at least 4 years of battles with ups and downs with depression, I've been diagnosed with Bipolar... Not sure how I feel about it. But I'm glad I now have a name to put to this hell that I've been going through. What I wonder most at this point is how the heck am I suppose to deal with 32 years of pain and old wounds due to things that were said to me throught the years? things that were in relations with my behaviors... as far back as I can remember I've had negative reinforcement... I'm smart enough to know the difference now and understand it... but still.  This whole "internal dialog" that we hear Dr. Phil say... it's easier said than done... 

I'm sure that I'm not the only one going through this, so I hope that we can all support each other though this. 

Simply knowing that I'm not alone and that what lies ahead is a road that's been traveled by others actually soothes the anxiouness a little bit. 

  

I want to thank Dr Phil for putting this site up and this board, because here in Québec, Canada... you're on your own and there is little if no support at all for this disorder that affects so many people. 

  

Again, 

thank you 

Nat 

My husband although not diagnosed by a Dr. was Bipolar. I lived with him for 25 and A half years, we had many ups and downs do to his condition, 2 great children and though I tried my best to help him, on June 2, 2005 he committed suicide. We had many talks during the last two years of his life when he finally realized something was wrong, but he would not go for help. My message to you is to continue to accept what ever treatment is out there. You do not want to put your loved ones thru what my husband has put myself, his children, his sister, father and friends  thru. Life is to be lived as best you can, to respect others as you respect  yourself. Always remember YOU ARE SPECIAL and deserve THE BEST LIFE YOU CAN LIVE. 

ELLIE 

 
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November 15, 2005, 7:32 pm PST

Bipolar Disorder

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As of this 22nd day of July 2005, I feel like I am living in tormented hell.  My son just celebrated his 20th birthday and has been suffering with a mentall illness since a diagnosis in October 2004.  In October, I received a phone call that my son was at his deceased grandmother’s house, and my son was very incoherent and threatening suicide. Her house is located in Alabama, I live in Georgia. I knew that I would not be able to handle my son since he is 6’2 and 275 lbs. My husband and brother went to him to try to calm him down.  I went to find an Alabama Judge to get committal papers since I didn’t know what else to do to try to save him.  The judge sent two deputies with me to rescue my son.  The deputies transported my son to an outpatient mental clinic in Alabama. 

  

The Alabama mental health clinic believed that my son was on drugs so they recommended that I send him to a rehabilitation clinic in Montgomery, Alabama.  Unfortunately, they were not able to take him until the following morning.  The Alabama outpatient clinic sent him home with me and my brother. 

 

 

The later in the day it became, the more my son exhibited bizarre and erratic behavior.  He was out of control.  He was hallucinating and talking out of his head about the devil and hell.  He even put his hand around my neck because he thought he saw foam spewing from my mouth. It scared me because I thought he was going to choke me.  I called the rehabilitation after-hours clinic many times to ask for advice but to no avail. Frantically, I called for other family members to come and help.  There were five family members trying to handle him.   Eventually, he walked out of the house and started knocking on my neighbor’s doors in the middle of the night and walking up and down the road with all of us in tow trying to get him to return to the house. Reluctantly, I had to call 911 for his safety and everyone else’s safety. 

 

 

It was difficult to convince the sheriff’s department in Georgia to do anything because they refused to recognize the legal papers from the Alabama judge.  Eventually, my son started acting bizarre again.  It was then that the deputies decided to take him to the emergency room for me.  My son was so out of control that it took five grown men to subdue him to give him sedation.  It was distressing for to me to watch them have to subdue him.  It broke my heart.

 

 

My son received a four-week treatment at a mental health hospital October – November 2004.    Bipolar manic/depressive disorder was the diagnosis given by the doctor.

 

 

When my son was released from the hospital, I brought him home with me, against my husband’s wishes.  The plan was for him to work with my husband part-time and go to a secondary school part-time to learn a trade.  He was very bitter to me because I had put him in the mental hospital. He treated me with disrespect and rudeness.  This plagued my husband even more. The four months that my son lived with us caused tremendous strain on my marriage.  But, I begged my husband to just bear with it for me. I felt I had to help my son in every way I could.  I had to have peace within myself so that I could lay my head down at night knowing that I did my very best.  Then on March 18, 2005, he just left without saying anything to me or my husband.  I was able to locate his girlfriend but she was very aloof. At that point, I decided to try to let go of "mother-henning" him.  However, on several occasions I tried to reach my son to see how he was doing, but he refused to return my calls. 

 

 

On May 7, 2005, at 9:15 a.m., I received a phone call from his cousin and aunt from his paternal side of the family which also lives in Alabama. They told me that my son was there at their house and was out of his mind.  He told them that he had killed his girlfriend and she was under the steps at his trailer. I asked them to please go and check and call me back as soon as possible. I was paralyzed with fear. His cousin did call back within about 30 minutes and informed me the girlfriend was okay.  They also informed me that my son was still at their house still acting bizarre.  I told them that if they couldn’t handle him that I certainly couldn’t.  I asked them to call the sheriff; I thought that if he was on drugs that he would dry out in a day or so. The next thing I knew was his cousin was putting him out in my driveway which was about an hour later.  I knew once I saw him that I was in for a rough ride.

 

 

We were having my husband’s birthday party that day with about 12 guests attending.  Everyone observed my son’s erratic behavior. I kept trying to encourage my son to take a shower and just try to take a nap. He refused or could not comprehend anything being said to him.  Reluctantly, each of my guests tried to calmly talk him into to eating or taking a nap.  Fortunately, everyone remained very calm, but we were very uneasy because we anticipated that this was a very volatile situation. 

 

 

Finally, he was persuaded to eat a bite or two of food coming off the grill. Then for no appearant reason he became very agitated.  He started talking about suicide and talking out of his mind.  It quickly became a very frightening situation.  Shockingly, the next thing he did was take a steak knife and start cutting on himself, up and down his chest, caressing the knife and talking to the knife.  Everyone became panic-stricken because we didn’t know what his next move would be.  We tried to convince him to give someone the knife, but that only made him more infuriated.  He commenced to get into my in-ground swimming pool with the knife while simultaneously ranting and raving at everyone.  At this point, I told him that if he didn’t give me the knife and get out of the swimming pool that I would be forced to call 911.  He just yelled for me to go ahead.  He wasn’t scared.  I begged him not to make me call the police.  I had no other choice.  I made the call to 911 and told them to please send an officer that my son had a knife and had been threatening suicide.  They advised me that help was on the way.

 

 

I went to the front yard to wait for the officers to arrive. While I was waiting, I heard a lot of commotion going on in the pool area.  I ran to back yard to discover that my husband was now in the pool with my son and he was irate. My son had taken the knife and started puncturing the vinyl in the bottom of the pool. He had punctured about 25 or 30 holes in the bottom of the pool.  My husband was trying to stop him then my son turned and slashed the side of the pool.  My husband’s anger quickly escalated out of control; especially, since he and I just put this swimming pool in last year with the majority of the work done by ourselves.   My husband picked up a wooden stick from the side of the flower bed to defend his self while simultaneously forcing my son up the steps and out of the pool.  I was running toward them as fast as I could so I could try to intervene and keep my husband or my son from getting hurt or worse.  I had never seen my husband so angry.  Moreover, I knew in my gut that if my husband were to have stricken him with the wooden stick, it would have intensified the situation with someone receiving an injury or worse. 

 

 

Without hesitation, I jumped in between my husband and my son while begging them to please stop.  At that instant, my son grabbed me by my neck and held the knife to me. My husband and friends were terrified that my son was going to kill me.  Everyone was pleading with my son not to hurt me. My son dragged me to the back door of the house. I was pleading with him not to hurt me. I kept asking him why, but he never responded.  I kept telling him how much I loved him, but as I looked into his eyes, I realized that there was nobody there.  He just had a blank and evil stare.  During all of this chaos, my friends had already called 911 again.  They expressed to 911 that the situation had become a matter or life or death for me.  As my son tried to pull me into the house, I told him that if he was going to kill me that he would do it with everyone watching. I was terrified and feared for my life. Suddenly, a rush of adrenaline overcame me which allowed me to escape from his grasp.  My son then barricaded himself in the house.

 

 

The sheriff’s department deputies were starting to arrive on the scene by this time.  There were at least eight deputies that had surrounded my house with their weapons drawn.  I could hear my son in the den talking to himself, but he refused to open the door for anyone.  I was frantic.  It felt as if I was in a nightmare and couldn’t wake up.  I was crying and begging the officers not to kill my baby.  I felt so powerless.  Fortunately, my husband found a spare key to the front door; this prevented the officers from breaking down my double glass doors.  Fully armed, the officers rushed the front door.  I could hear sounds of scuffling, and the officers yelling at him to get his hands behind his back and get down on the floor. 

 

 

The pain I felt in my soul was excruciating and unbearable.  Time was at a stand still. I was expecting the officers to bring him out the door in handcuffs. I was more shocked when the ambulance arrived.  I knew then that something was terribly wrong.  I was almost hysterical.  Subsequently one of the officers opened the door for the paramedics, affording the opportunity to force my way through the door to see what was happening with my son.  That image will haunt me for the rest of my life.  My son was lying on the floor in a huge puddle of blood.  He appeared to be dead.  I was traumatized and almost physically collapsed. 

 

 

One of the officers quickly approached me and informed me that they tazered him six times, with three of them being with a dry tazer. They elucidated that my son had stabbed himself in the chest and had almost bitten off his thumb completely.  The paramedics transported my son to the hospital and from there he went to jail.

 

 

This incident resulted in criminal charges against my son for aggravated assault and criminal damage to property.  My son remained in jail under a $30,000 bond for two months. During his tenure in jail, I visited weekly.  It anguished me to have to see my son in jail.

 

 

Many people ridiculed me and told me what a fool I was to go to the jail, most especially my husband.  My husband consistently forbade me to go, but I was compelled to go anyway. Even though my heart was crushed, I still wanted to reach out to help him. But my analytical thinking told me he must be accountable for his actions and suffer the consequences.  To this very day, my husband is still disconcerted by my son’s terrorist actions against me.  My husband says he will never forgive or forget the actions of my son that day.  I truly understand my husband's view point.  I know that my husband loves me and is only trying to protect me.

 

 

On July 7, 2005, I received a phone call from the jail stating that my son was in suicide watch.  I couldn’t take it any longer.  Against my husband’s wishes, I made bail for my son to await trial.  It was at that time, when I realized that my son was sicker than I had ever comprehended. 

 

 

On the same day that my son was released on bond, my family and I sought medical help from a local hospital as well as a psychiatrist from Atlanta. The doctor also stated that it had been in my son's best interest that I got him out of jail and sought medical treatment for him immediately.  The doctors quickly determined that my son was experiencing severe stages of schizophrenia that encompassed grossly disorganized thoughts, paranoia as well as displaying catatonic behavior. Thankfully, there were no drugs in his system.

 

 

My son is currently receiving medical attention at hospital for the mentally ill.  I don’t know how long he will be there.  The doctors informed me that he is at a great risk for suicide. Especially, when he is first released, and that he will need someone with him at all times until he stabilizes.  Additionally, to compound this whole horrific matter, I just discovered that he has a baby due October 8, 2005.  This is my first grandchild.

 

 

I humbly and respectfully addressed the district attorney with a request to dismiss criminal charges against my son contingent upon mandatory mental help for my son, so that he may have a chance at a prospering and productive life.  I don’t know what the outcome is at this juncture.

 

 

I would like some kind of advice of how to carry on with my own life.  I know my son is very sick.   Moreover, I am very scared of him when he is not in his right mind.  I am the first person that he lashes out against.  He believes that every time that he has come to me for help, I have had him constrained either by hospital or jail.  I only do this to protect him from his self and others in his path. I refuse to turn my back on him while he is sick, but I feel helpless because I don’t know what to do. 

 

 

As I mentioned, my husband is against anything that has to do with my son.  I reiterate that I do understand and respect my husband’s feelings which I have conveyed to him on numerous times. Nevertheless, my husband's verbal and mental abuse he inflicts upon me only magnifies the stress that I am enduring.  My husband threatens to leave me and refuses to put any money in the bank to pay bills.  He believes that this will ensure that none of his money will be spent on my son.

 

 

I love my husband, and I love my son with all of my heart and soul.  This is the most difficult position I have ever had to experience.  I am caught in the middle of this chaos between my husband and my son. This rips me apart, and makes me literally physically ill. If my son did this to himself by doing drugs, it would be much easier for me to step back, but that is not at all the case.  He is sick with this schizophrenia mental illness, and I just can’t turn my back on him.  I am his mother, and if he can’t count on me for help, who can he count on?

 

 

Please help.  My life is a disaster. I feel that I am on a railroad track watching the train come straight for me, but I can not get off the track.  I am under so much pressure that I know I am spiraling toward a disaster myself.  I have health problems myself, and I am concerned that all of this stress is going to make me have a meltdown or even possibly a heart attack.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i am just wondering if your husband is the father of your son? You keep saying my son. Also i think that regardless what your husband thinks or does you need to stand by your son and help him to get better. If you dont then what reason does he have to get better at all. He needs his family. Your husband needs to realize that your son has a disease. You need to talk about the hurt that he has caused and look at it differently now. He is sick. He needs support so that he can be a father to his own child. Your husband is hurt but to threaten you to not pay the bills is crazy. You both need some councelling. Talk to your church. Nothing in this world is greater than a mothers love and you are doing the right thing by helping your son. Your husband will realize that sooner or later.
 
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November 16, 2005, 6:20 am PST

Your NOT alone

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Hi,   

  

After at least 4 years of battles with ups and downs with depression, I've been diagnosed with Bipolar... Not sure how I feel about it. But I'm glad I now have a name to put to this hell that I've been going through. What I wonder most at this point is how the heck am I suppose to deal with 32 years of pain and old wounds due to things that were said to me throught the years? things that were in relations with my behaviors... as far back as I can remember I've had negative reinforcement... I'm smart enough to know the difference now and understand it... but still.  This whole "internal dialog" that we hear Dr. Phil say... it's easier said than done... 

I'm sure that I'm not the only one going through this, so I hope that we can all support each other though this. 

Simply knowing that I'm not alone and that what lies ahead is a road that's been traveled by others actually soothes the anxiouness a little bit. 

  

I want to thank Dr Phil for putting this site up and this board, because here in Québec, Canada... you're on your own and there is little if no support at all for this disorder that affects so many people. 

  

Again, 

thank you 

Nat 

 

  

   Hi Nat, Mon nom est Lorrie. I live in Quebec also. If you would like, we could start a group here. Let me know your village, mine is St-Hyacinthe. Contact me through e-mail at, ladesigner@sympatico.ca. 

You don't have to be alone. I was dx June 2000. I am sure we can share tricks and info, and of course support. Take care and God Bless. From one Quebecer to another. Lorrie 

 

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November 16, 2005, 6:44 am PST

reply to normal......

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Hi, 

What medication has helped you sleep?  I have tried, (I think) everything. 

  

There is nothing shameful about bipolarity.  When I was first diagnosed, I felt as tho I had a huge 

ugly wart on my face that said "screwed up"!!  Yeah, talking about it (I don't mean obsessively), 

helps.  They say when you let something out into the light (not keep it inside), it has a better 

chance of healing.  Makes the whole thing so much worse...keeping it a secret. 

  

It is like telling someone you have diabetes....just a genetic thing.  You didn't go do something horrible to get it....nothing to be ashamed of...nothing at all.  Think of it as something that makes 

you special..   

  

PS....After being diagnosed with it, I have thought a lot about "normal"...I am not so sure that normal 

is even a word that should be allowed to exist!!   What is "normal".  ?  Cannot think of one single 

thing....people do not come standardized.  This just makes you more "interesting"...think of it like that, instead.  Shame, all by itself, is wretched to suffer...let that, at least, go.  Name one single 

"normal" person.  Just try it !!! 

In regards to the sleep aids.. LUNESTA was my favorite. but medicade does not cover this medication. So I take TEMAZEPAM 15 mg.. I take it and about 2 to 3 hours later I am ready for sleep. it helps me to at least sleep. literally there were DAYS I would not sleep.  

         I have to reply to NORMAL also.. I have taken meds now that have come close to what others may call a normal person. but I was like a zombie almost. and if that was normal. I don't want it. I lost that "out there person" I am fun, giddy, and feeling. I state things as I see them usually. and have found that with some of the medication I was perscribed it took the inner most me ... away...  

I stated to a normal. meaning. not so down, that I just waste days away. I want to be able to hold a job. to leave my home. to handle a productive life. but I have found I will go day by day by day..sometimes sitting in the same place. just exisisting.. and that is very hard for me to handle.. I want that type of normal.. that I would be a productive lady on this earth..  There were insodinces in my life. that overwhelmed me, and I snapped. and haven't gotten back on track since.  

But can I name one person Normal.. DR> PHIL and ROBIN<, closest to normal I can say.. even against all odds, they have made something of themselves. THey can laugh at themselves. they can handle the kids moving away. they have goals. they believe in each other. Maybe I put them on a pedistal. but I try not to.. It is just feeling proud of them, the hope they give to others.. that it can be done. Love the honesty they put out..  

 
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November 16, 2005, 6:45 am PST

DON'T GIVE UP

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First the link below does not work?  no server at this time for that page? 

  

Thought I found some help 

  

I am new at this site,Not sure why I am even trying it. 

Guess,Because I am at the end and I know I need support,Since I no longer can see my therapist-No insurance.  Politics I need not discuss 

  

Ok,Is this a general site for mental illness?I thought it said BI-Polar?  

Because in order for this to help us(people having Bipolar) People need to post these comments only.A new forum need made for others.Because I have sit here and read these postings.And by now I am pissed off I have read this much and all of have different issue and  problems,Which are hard on each person in the situation.But damn I need help but gods sake I can not read nor attept to find support for bipolar with a board so open to other issues. 

Everyone had a a symtom of bipolar,But damn people if you had full raw out in the open bipolar this other stuff would not have to be read in order for me and others to locate help and find a friend to maybe save our lives.This is my very last resort of trying to find a freind or even someone that can even remotely understand what the hell bipolar is.Not just some problems that comes with it ,But every damn one, every day all day,In your sleep,EVERY FREAKING minute. 

"That I am forced to live in" 

  

Well,I tred this. 

I am sure it is a dead end road as life has seemed to wind down to........................... 

  

  

 

  

Hi, I just finished reading your post. I agree with you that sometimes people share the small stuff because they are overloaded with talking all the time about having no energy, no desire, no sense of organization, defeating thoughts, and ofcourse the lack of public knowledge concerning our desease. I have had BP since June 2000. I have had many ups and downs, and have been hospitalized on 6 occassions (always for mania). If you would like, I would be more than happy to share what I have learned, how I deal and what I am still learning. Let me know and I will give you my e-mail. Take care and God Bless. Lorrie 

 

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