My meds are not working too badly in that the bipolar is more or less under control. I’m not having mixed states as I was before. I’m glad about that, they are so exhausting for me and unpredictable for everyone else. No one knows if I’m up or down.
What I’m experiencing now is a depression that is associated with life issues rather than with the bipolar disorder. Yet this is far more than feeling a little blue or down. It is a depression that is as strong as a bipolar depression but different in expression, if that makes sense.
What is happening is what I call undercurrents of depression that burst through into waves. I can be carrying out daily tasks and seemingly coping when the depression that has been lurking beneath the surface comes crashing over me in a powerful wave. I go from doing something and coping to frozen and crying. I have no control over this. It takes me unawares and as such is almost worse than the depression that you can see all the time.
No one else but me knows it is there. People are expecting me to “be over the worst of this bout of bipolar depression” so they are not prepared for me to suddenly start crying. They don’t understand and their empathy has taken a battering lately. I don’t blame anyone. It is difficult to live with me, or anyone with an unstable mental disorder.
I’m still seeing my psychiatrist twice weekly and that is mostly what is stopping me from being totally overwhelmed by the waves of blackness. I could so easily decide to leave this world but I want to give him the chance to help me and for me to help myself. Please let me get through this.
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