Yes, well. It has been pretty damn odd.
For a long time, actually as far back as I can remember, I've had what my doc called 'bipolar tendencies'. That is I have similar highs and lows but not very extreme. In fact sometimes barely noticeable. They never lasted long, or made me do anything completely stupid - that was just me
However for the past year ( coincidence that this started when I stopped playing at writing and decided to do it properly?) it's been getting worse. Nothing I couldn't cope with, but on a down I had begun to think taht maybe, say I shouldn't have had kids because I'm so crap at being a mum, or that my hubby woudl be better off with a half decent wife who maye liked house work or...and that maybe I shoul drun away to a cave in Scotland or something. Althougha cave with internet and a handy pub obviously.
And then it got worse again. Three highs, three crashes in four months. By far the worst was on tuesday. I can even pinpoint the exact time. There I was , happily tra la laing along, happy as a high clam, then BAM!!! Like an unexpected meteor strike, the black hole came to get me. I had some kind of episode. I don't know how to describe it exactly, apart from it was the complete opposite of an out of body experience and I know now what utter despair tastes like. Yes, it has a taste. It is not nice.
And to be honest it scared the crap out of me.
So, after a struggle to actually get an appointment with the doc this week, I have the start of an answer. Yes, I am definately bipolar. Probably rapid cycling. Nice.
Not only that, the meds I was on are highly unsuitable for me, in fact probably made things worse. And my doc can't / won't prescribe anything till I've had a psych exam. Which, this being the NHS, could be weeks away. I have nice phone number for if I want to top myself though.
So the last few days have passed in a haze of weirdness, though the black hole has receded somewhat. Saying I feel pretty bizarre does not do this justice.
So there you have it. I am offically a whackjob.
For a long time, actually as far back as I can remember, I've had what my doc called 'bipolar tendencies'. That is I have similar highs and lows but not very extreme. In fact sometimes barely noticeable. They never lasted long, or made me do anything completely stupid - that was just me
However for the past year ( coincidence that this started when I stopped playing at writing and decided to do it properly?) it's been getting worse. Nothing I couldn't cope with, but on a down I had begun to think taht maybe, say I shouldn't have had kids because I'm so crap at being a mum, or that my hubby woudl be better off with a half decent wife who maye liked house work or...and that maybe I shoul drun away to a cave in Scotland or something. Althougha cave with internet and a handy pub obviously.
And then it got worse again. Three highs, three crashes in four months. By far the worst was on tuesday. I can even pinpoint the exact time. There I was , happily tra la laing along, happy as a high clam, then BAM!!! Like an unexpected meteor strike, the black hole came to get me. I had some kind of episode. I don't know how to describe it exactly, apart from it was the complete opposite of an out of body experience and I know now what utter despair tastes like. Yes, it has a taste. It is not nice.
And to be honest it scared the crap out of me.
So, after a struggle to actually get an appointment with the doc this week, I have the start of an answer. Yes, I am definately bipolar. Probably rapid cycling. Nice.
Not only that, the meds I was on are highly unsuitable for me, in fact probably made things worse. And my doc can't / won't prescribe anything till I've had a psych exam. Which, this being the NHS, could be weeks away. I have nice phone number for if I want to top myself though.
So the last few days have passed in a haze of weirdness, though the black hole has receded somewhat. Saying I feel pretty bizarre does not do this justice.
So there you have it. I am offically a whackjob.