Friday, April 4, 2014

The Poodle Monster

A friend recently asked me what it was like to be in my head... specifically, she questioned (and had questions) about my recently diagnosed Bipolar Type II disorder. I tried to answer her inquiry and then realized that it's actually something really complex and fairly complicated to try and explain. I can't just summarize what it's like to be bipolar, or to have depression and anxiety simultaneously going on. But I really wanted to talk about it because I think it's important to share my stories. Is anyone ever going to know what it's like inside my head? No. However, I can paint a picture for you with my words and experiences, probably leaving you wondering how such a brilliant, funny person can (much of the time) be imprisoned by nothing more than her own brain. 

WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ME: A SHORT STORY

So here's a list of some of the fun things that I currently suffer from/ am afflicted with -

*Depression
*Anxiety
*Bipolar II
*Alcoholism (I'm guessing. Most likely. Probably. OK, yes.)
*OCD
*Panic attacks
*Control issues
*Nightmares. I never dream. I wake up in sweat most mornings like someone with PTSD, only I don't have PTSD, so WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, BRAIN?
*And the fun disorder I like to call, "Oh, look, a butterfly!" which isn't really a disorder at all, but I definitely have concentration issues. 

In other words, sometimes (OK, a lot of the time) it's really not fun to be inside my head. And I ache for relief so much to just be away from my head...even if only for an hour or two. 

Sometime after January, after being diagnosed officially and on my new meds for about a month and not drinking, I was feeling really good. For me to feel good for any length of time is pretty miraculous. I've been in therapy for depression since I was 9, and on medication for at least 5 years now. Its been a roller-coaster of different cocktails and therapies to try to alleviate a lot of my inner anguish. I didn't even know I was bipolar until I finally sucked it up and met with a psychiatrist because something else just always felt...off . But for the first time in a very long time, the beginning of this year really FELT like a new beginning.

And then I started to drink again. 

When you think of a drink, like grabbing a drink with a friend after work, or having a glass of wine by yourself in the evening to finish up a hard day, you're probably thinking on a level of one, MAYBE two glasses. Or maybe a six pack. (No judgement, believe me) Most normals do. I GET IT. Six packs are fun. Wine is fun. BOOZE IS GREAT. Unless you have a predilection towards addiction.

When I drink, I don't have a glass. I don't even have just a bottle. I have the bottle AND a six pack. And then I keep searching for more. At Christmas, when two bottles of wine are placed on my parent's dining room table for 6 people to share, I look around and wonder what everyone else is going to be drinking. That's just how my brain is wired.

And it's not just the booze. When I drink, I also tend to reach out for the Xanax or Vicodin too - BECAUSE LET'S JUST KEEP THIS CRAZY PARTY GOING AMIRITE?!?!?!?!

I read somewhere that bipolar peeps are more likely to have substance abuse problems. Not being 100% sure why this seems to be true scientifically, it makes sense to me. Being in my head is, well, a lot of work. You'd want to escape, too. I use it as a way to shut off from other people and the world. When I'm shut down, I don't have to think. I can't feel. Therefore, I am protected. For about an hour, I get to experience an "not totured" mind space. 

But of course, this doesn't last. And it certainly does not make for a present, clear, and purposeful way of living. It's existing. Just being without actually "being." And it's not a way to love yourself or have anyone else love you, either.

I've stopped drinking....for the moment. I don't know for how long. Chances are, will I drink again? Yes, probably. Why? I have no idea. Nothing good usually comes from me drinking for any length of time. I gain weight, I'm unhappy, I get nothing (personally or professionally) accomplished, and there are complete spaces in time I don't actually remember. 

But I will try...WILL try...not to. I will try NOT to get sucked into the darkened vortex that is my pitch-black passenger, telling me no one will ever love me because at that moment in time, I don't actually love myself.

This is what it's like. This is what is called "being me."

So here's to us. The "Broken" People." We are beautiful with our cracks and vulnerabilities and shredded souls. We fight the inner battle and it doesn't mean we have to be silent about it. If I am able to help just ONE person by talking about it, sharing my stories and myself with humor and openness, then maybe I can get up tomorrow knowing the sun will shine a little brighter for this world.*

*Technically, the Earth will eventually be swallowed by the Sun so it really IS getting brighter out there, not to mention we're on a precipice of an Arizona summer at the moment. You can always count on me for the realistic reinforcement. You're welcome.

(Oh, and my darling friend, the answer to your question is, being bipolar is like having a Poodle*-Monster running around your brain. You wake up in the morning not knowing if bouncy ass, ADHD Tigger is going to emerge or Eeyore will be making his presence known today. Either the monster who wants you to stay in bed and cry or the party animal will show up. It's a neurological coin toss.

*For the record, Poodles are the worst.) 

But I get through this. I get through my days and nights with a little lot of help from my friends. I've found good people. MY people. In real life, on Twitter, etc., and I honestly don't know how I could face each day without the light these people shine into my heart. You make me the funny, light, brilliant person I show to the world...except you actually make me BE her, instead of just pretending to be The Girl Who Makes Everyone Laugh.

And in case you ever need direction on what to do if I'm having a moment, or you know a pal in need of any caring from the formerly discussed topics,  please see the following diagram:



3 comments:

  1. Love you!! And just so you know your crazy ass keeps my crazy ass from hiding away. My creative side went into hibernation for years not sure why but it did, but in talking to you more now in addition to some other things she is back and ready to go! Here's to another 20 years, wherever (oh god did I spell that right) the road may take us... ooh look a car full of cute guys.....

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    1. Love you too!! Get that creative side out, girl! I adore you and love that we're talking more!

      Oh hey, are they following us off the freeway?

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  2. Very inspiring! I think by sharing these thoughts with the world you are helping others to understand just a little bit more about this mental illness. Kudos and Bravos to you!

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