I’ll probably be too self-conscious once I get some sleep and delete this but…I’m going to try to leave it up.
Earlier this summer I was diagnosed with rapid-cycling bipolar disorder, ADHD, and a minor touch of OCD for good measure. Rapid-cycling is the “fun version” of bipolar–I can go from extreme euphoria to utter despair in as little a day for no reason….over and over…For years, I’ve known that I’ve had issues that I’ve struggled to deal with–but often thought of it as situational. The insomnia, the anxiety, my hands and legs shaking for no reason…I think this is part of the reason why I’ve always been running somewhere… always hoping that “if I can just start again it will be better” and not realizing that by and large, I’m the one bringing the problems to the party.
Looking back, I’ve realized how many friendships this has destroyed and how many people I’ve chased out of my life as a result of these “mood swings.” I honestly can’t say I blame them….hell, I didn’t know what was going on so why should I expect anyone else to deal with it? I guess I just got to the point to where I was tired of the breakdowns…especially during one a few months back I did something I definitely shouldn’t have.
Right now I just feel overwhelmed, slightly frightened and alone. Overwhelmed at knowing I have a lifelong illness that is going to constantly be a battle. Frightened that I might not achieve everything that I want. Alone, well, that’s self explanatory. I feel like I need to apologize to all those I’ve dragged through the muck over the years but I know it won’t matter.
All I can say is that I’m trying…that counts for something, right?