Hello all, I am taking a break from the mental health posts today because I would like to wish everyone a happy Easter! However you are celebrating I hope the day is amazing. My husband and I didn't make it to church today because he works nights and his family is having a get together this afternoon. Had we gone to the sunrise service and the gathering he wouldn't have gotten any sleep!
The Easter bunny was pretty busy last night, even the dog got a basket with a couple of new chew toys (even a toy peep!) and some new treats. It takes him a while to get used to new toys but I'm sure by tomorrow he will be playing with them; he likes his new treats for sure - they are steak flavor!
This afternoon we will be having a feast with the family. I believe they will be cooking up three different kinds of meat for the meat eaters in the group (everyone but me), they always have a delicious fruit salad, twice baked potatoes, biscuits, and an array of desserts. No one will leave hungry today!
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Staying Steady
I have another post from my other blog. After this I'll be, once again, writing original posts for both blogs but I felt this one was important to put on this blog. So, here it is, I hope you enjoy the read.
About three and a half years ago I was told I have bipolar disorder. I wrote a blog shortly after being diagnosed and I think I'm finally ready to write a new one. I'm writing this for a couple of reasons. First, if anyone reading this has been wondering about their own mental state this might help them see the difference between "mood swings" and being a moody person. The second reason is because I want to remind myself what I went through. It is a constant struggle to keep myself healthy enough to (hopefully) prevent another mood swing. I don't always want to go to bed early, eat the right food- the junk just tastes so much better- or exercise (I'll admit I slack on this one a lot). Sometimes I wonder if the doctor may have been wrong, I tend to be pretty normal most of the time.
I've always been pretty emotional. I several times throughout my life when I've spent large portions of several days crying. Usually there is a reason for the crying but its always been pretty disproportionate to how upset I've been. If I had to guess I'd say a couple times per year I spend about a week, sometimes longer, crying daily without really being able to vocalize what I'm so upset about. These crying fits happen (generally) during high stress times in my life; the higher the stress level the longer they last. There have been times I remember being mistreated because of the bad days. People thought I was being over dramatic to get attention so they ignored me or told me to stop acting that way. Looking back I'm not sure if they actually did mistreat me or if I thought they were because I couldn't clear my head. I don't think my perception was always accurate during these times.
On the flip side, there have been other times in my life when I haven't felt so depressed. During these times my mind has been racing, I have a million thoughts going on in my head and have trouble deciding which thought to focus on. During these times I start a lot of projects: writing a book, writing several blog posts, buying sketch pads to start drawing cartoons. I've thought about starting other projects: building doll houses, writing a screenplay, pastoring my own church. The problem with all the thoughts is I'm never able to finish any of my projects. During days like these I've have the attention span of a gnat, five minutes into one project I'm ready to move on to the next. I also have trouble focusing on other people. I can't decide which of my own thoughts to focus on and hearing other people talk feels like an even further distraction. I get frustrated with people trying to make conversation with me or trying to have conversations with others in my hearing distance.
All of the previously mentioned ideas are pretty harmless and if I could bring myself to finish one I think it would be awesome but I've also had some other ideas I've (luckily) never acted on because they wouldn't be so harmless. About every two-three years of my adult life I've seriously considered quitting my job, buying and RV and traveling around the country. If not at RV the thought has been to buy a house boat (I love water!). At other times the plan has been to move to New York or California to become a successful screen writer because the reason that career path didn't pan out is my location.
Just before being told I was bipolar (and taking some medication) I actually came pretty close to buying an RV. I'd found a few on Craigslist that were within my price range if I completely drained my life's savings. Thankfully I didn't do that or I'd have an RV and no money right now. A few other things happened around that same time, the biggest issue being I started to believe some of my closest friends were talking about me behind my back, conspiring against me. I thought my, at the time, roommate was the leader of this conspiracy although she'd never actually done anything malicious or harmful to me (or anyone else, I'm sure!) My life felt like it was spiraling out of control, I couldn't concentrate at work I had trouble dragging myself out of bed in the mornings. I had trouble communicating, I would give half thoughts and get frustrated that others weren't following what I was saying; I thought I was speaking clearly and thoroughly. I was pretty perceptive to voice tone and facial expressions so although my friends never told me I was 'crazy' they were concerned and I could tell they thought something was wrong. Instead of taking the concern as a sign see a doctor I took it as a sign that they were conspiring against me.
What's justice got to do with it? In my opinion it is very important for all of us to have trusted friends and family to bounce ideas off of. Unfortunately, there is a large stigma associated with mental illness. It can be difficult for people to seek help because they don't want to be labeled as crazy. It can also be difficult, was a person has been diagnosed, to tell friends and family. When events that feel very large are being kept a secret it is difficult to get close to people. No one should have to struggle in secret when there is a large world filled with people who could offer support.
We've got to make mental illness an acceptable topic of conversation. I have an excellent group of supportive friends. People I can talk to and seek opinions as to what goals seem worth while and what goals might be a little too much to take on at once. If with my amazing group of friends I've had trouble writing this blog. Partly because it's still hard for me to clearly 'vocalize' what life has been like for me; reading through this post I still think I've given my readers barely a glimpse into my life. And partly because I'm not sure who might read this, friends who may not have already heard my story before and I don't know what anyone will think if they aren't already part of the inner circle of friends who talked me through the early stages of diagnosis.
About three and a half years ago I was told I have bipolar disorder. I wrote a blog shortly after being diagnosed and I think I'm finally ready to write a new one. I'm writing this for a couple of reasons. First, if anyone reading this has been wondering about their own mental state this might help them see the difference between "mood swings" and being a moody person. The second reason is because I want to remind myself what I went through. It is a constant struggle to keep myself healthy enough to (hopefully) prevent another mood swing. I don't always want to go to bed early, eat the right food- the junk just tastes so much better- or exercise (I'll admit I slack on this one a lot). Sometimes I wonder if the doctor may have been wrong, I tend to be pretty normal most of the time.
I've always been pretty emotional. I several times throughout my life when I've spent large portions of several days crying. Usually there is a reason for the crying but its always been pretty disproportionate to how upset I've been. If I had to guess I'd say a couple times per year I spend about a week, sometimes longer, crying daily without really being able to vocalize what I'm so upset about. These crying fits happen (generally) during high stress times in my life; the higher the stress level the longer they last. There have been times I remember being mistreated because of the bad days. People thought I was being over dramatic to get attention so they ignored me or told me to stop acting that way. Looking back I'm not sure if they actually did mistreat me or if I thought they were because I couldn't clear my head. I don't think my perception was always accurate during these times.
On the flip side, there have been other times in my life when I haven't felt so depressed. During these times my mind has been racing, I have a million thoughts going on in my head and have trouble deciding which thought to focus on. During these times I start a lot of projects: writing a book, writing several blog posts, buying sketch pads to start drawing cartoons. I've thought about starting other projects: building doll houses, writing a screenplay, pastoring my own church. The problem with all the thoughts is I'm never able to finish any of my projects. During days like these I've have the attention span of a gnat, five minutes into one project I'm ready to move on to the next. I also have trouble focusing on other people. I can't decide which of my own thoughts to focus on and hearing other people talk feels like an even further distraction. I get frustrated with people trying to make conversation with me or trying to have conversations with others in my hearing distance.
All of the previously mentioned ideas are pretty harmless and if I could bring myself to finish one I think it would be awesome but I've also had some other ideas I've (luckily) never acted on because they wouldn't be so harmless. About every two-three years of my adult life I've seriously considered quitting my job, buying and RV and traveling around the country. If not at RV the thought has been to buy a house boat (I love water!). At other times the plan has been to move to New York or California to become a successful screen writer because the reason that career path didn't pan out is my location.
Just before being told I was bipolar (and taking some medication) I actually came pretty close to buying an RV. I'd found a few on Craigslist that were within my price range if I completely drained my life's savings. Thankfully I didn't do that or I'd have an RV and no money right now. A few other things happened around that same time, the biggest issue being I started to believe some of my closest friends were talking about me behind my back, conspiring against me. I thought my, at the time, roommate was the leader of this conspiracy although she'd never actually done anything malicious or harmful to me (or anyone else, I'm sure!) My life felt like it was spiraling out of control, I couldn't concentrate at work I had trouble dragging myself out of bed in the mornings. I had trouble communicating, I would give half thoughts and get frustrated that others weren't following what I was saying; I thought I was speaking clearly and thoroughly. I was pretty perceptive to voice tone and facial expressions so although my friends never told me I was 'crazy' they were concerned and I could tell they thought something was wrong. Instead of taking the concern as a sign see a doctor I took it as a sign that they were conspiring against me.
What's justice got to do with it? In my opinion it is very important for all of us to have trusted friends and family to bounce ideas off of. Unfortunately, there is a large stigma associated with mental illness. It can be difficult for people to seek help because they don't want to be labeled as crazy. It can also be difficult, was a person has been diagnosed, to tell friends and family. When events that feel very large are being kept a secret it is difficult to get close to people. No one should have to struggle in secret when there is a large world filled with people who could offer support.
We've got to make mental illness an acceptable topic of conversation. I have an excellent group of supportive friends. People I can talk to and seek opinions as to what goals seem worth while and what goals might be a little too much to take on at once. If with my amazing group of friends I've had trouble writing this blog. Partly because it's still hard for me to clearly 'vocalize' what life has been like for me; reading through this post I still think I've given my readers barely a glimpse into my life. And partly because I'm not sure who might read this, friends who may not have already heard my story before and I don't know what anyone will think if they aren't already part of the inner circle of friends who talked me through the early stages of diagnosis.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
I Can See Clearly Now
This is a blog post I wrote for shellieburg.blogspot.com a couple of years ago. The topic seems to fit really well with the theme of this blog so I decided to resurrect it and post it here.
Has anyone else noticed what a large stigma has been attached to people having mental health problems? It has always bothered me that people aren't able to talk openly about their health. People are often judged or insulted because of health problems that they can not control. Mental health really isn't all that different from physical health yet it is treated with a very different attitude.
If a person were to say, "We had to take Uncle Bruce to the hospital last night, turns out he has diabetes", the response would probably be one of sympathy. "Oh, that's too bad, he'll have to give up some of his favorite foods", or of helpfulness "I found these great cookies at the store the other day, they were low sugar, he could probably eat them". Similar responses are given when telling someone that a friend or a family member has celiac disease, sympathy and an offer to help find gluten free recipes.
Why is it that the attitude changes so much when discussing mental illness. The whole tone generally changes to one of shame, like the patient should have something to hide. A conversation about mental illness is more likely to look something like this, "Don't tell anyone this, I wouldn't want it to get out, but, my sister told me she has (whispers) 'depression', she started taking (whispers) 'prozac'. I just know she's going to get addicted". Or it could take more of a gossip tone like this, "Katie had to go to the hospital yesterday, the doctors said she's bipolar" "Really, I knew she was having a hard time but I thought she was stronger than that".
Most mental health problems aren't a lot different from diabetes in the sense that they are caused by a chemical imbalance. The person living with the illness didn't cause the problem and they can't "snap out of it" and make themselves feel better. Treatment is also, usually, similar to diabetes, medication that helps balance out the chemicals and some simple lifestyle changes to keep the person healthy, really the same lifestyle changes that we should all be aiming towards, healthy diet, regular exercise and consistant sleep.
I've always had a problem with the way mental health patients are looked upon but it got a lot more personal very recently. About a month ago I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. I've probably been living with it for years without knowing it. I've always been moody but it took a long time before I realized that my mood swings were out of proportion to the events that caused them and were more intense than what the people around me experienced. When I first realized that something wasn't right there were very few people I would discuss it with, I didn't want people thinking I was crazy. Some very good friends encouraged me to see a doctor and eventually I took their advice. Now that I've been on medication and have been working on changing some bad habits I feel a lot better than I have in a while and can think clearly now. I don't feel as though I'm a victim to uncontrollable emotions anymore.
I am lucky because I have very supportive friends and family. Their are a lot of people that I can talk openly with whether it is to discuss medication side effects, days when it doesn't feel like they are helping as much or frustration with the changes I'm trying to make. I know that I have people who will always be there to support me through it all. Unfortunately, not everyone has this same support base and part of the reason for that is that a lot of people don't really know what it means to have a mental illness. It is a chemical imbalance, it is usually treatable, it is beyond the control of the people suffering and it is not a sign of weakness.
My final thoughts on the issue are to be sure to research specific illnesses before talking about them with someone. Their are probably as many different mental illnesses as their are physical illnesses, they each have their own signs and different treatment options. It is important that your advice be geared toward the specific illness being discussed.
Has anyone else noticed what a large stigma has been attached to people having mental health problems? It has always bothered me that people aren't able to talk openly about their health. People are often judged or insulted because of health problems that they can not control. Mental health really isn't all that different from physical health yet it is treated with a very different attitude.
If a person were to say, "We had to take Uncle Bruce to the hospital last night, turns out he has diabetes", the response would probably be one of sympathy. "Oh, that's too bad, he'll have to give up some of his favorite foods", or of helpfulness "I found these great cookies at the store the other day, they were low sugar, he could probably eat them". Similar responses are given when telling someone that a friend or a family member has celiac disease, sympathy and an offer to help find gluten free recipes.
Why is it that the attitude changes so much when discussing mental illness. The whole tone generally changes to one of shame, like the patient should have something to hide. A conversation about mental illness is more likely to look something like this, "Don't tell anyone this, I wouldn't want it to get out, but, my sister told me she has (whispers) 'depression', she started taking (whispers) 'prozac'. I just know she's going to get addicted". Or it could take more of a gossip tone like this, "Katie had to go to the hospital yesterday, the doctors said she's bipolar" "Really, I knew she was having a hard time but I thought she was stronger than that".
Most mental health problems aren't a lot different from diabetes in the sense that they are caused by a chemical imbalance. The person living with the illness didn't cause the problem and they can't "snap out of it" and make themselves feel better. Treatment is also, usually, similar to diabetes, medication that helps balance out the chemicals and some simple lifestyle changes to keep the person healthy, really the same lifestyle changes that we should all be aiming towards, healthy diet, regular exercise and consistant sleep.
I've always had a problem with the way mental health patients are looked upon but it got a lot more personal very recently. About a month ago I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. I've probably been living with it for years without knowing it. I've always been moody but it took a long time before I realized that my mood swings were out of proportion to the events that caused them and were more intense than what the people around me experienced. When I first realized that something wasn't right there were very few people I would discuss it with, I didn't want people thinking I was crazy. Some very good friends encouraged me to see a doctor and eventually I took their advice. Now that I've been on medication and have been working on changing some bad habits I feel a lot better than I have in a while and can think clearly now. I don't feel as though I'm a victim to uncontrollable emotions anymore.
I am lucky because I have very supportive friends and family. Their are a lot of people that I can talk openly with whether it is to discuss medication side effects, days when it doesn't feel like they are helping as much or frustration with the changes I'm trying to make. I know that I have people who will always be there to support me through it all. Unfortunately, not everyone has this same support base and part of the reason for that is that a lot of people don't really know what it means to have a mental illness. It is a chemical imbalance, it is usually treatable, it is beyond the control of the people suffering and it is not a sign of weakness.
My final thoughts on the issue are to be sure to research specific illnesses before talking about them with someone. Their are probably as many different mental illnesses as their are physical illnesses, they each have their own signs and different treatment options. It is important that your advice be geared toward the specific illness being discussed.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Hello
Hello everyone,
I also blog at shellieburg.blogspot.com There I blog about social justice issues. I'm going to use this blog to post about mental health issues. I've been using my other blog for both purposes but they are both so important to me I thought I should separate them, give them their own space.
I'm looking forward to reading everyone's thoughts and comments as we explore mental health together. I'll post my own experiences since having been diagnosed as bipolar and I'll also post some general health information.
I also blog at shellieburg.blogspot.com There I blog about social justice issues. I'm going to use this blog to post about mental health issues. I've been using my other blog for both purposes but they are both so important to me I thought I should separate them, give them their own space.
I'm looking forward to reading everyone's thoughts and comments as we explore mental health together. I'll post my own experiences since having been diagnosed as bipolar and I'll also post some general health information.
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