Am I really Bipolar II?
So, I'm trying to come to grips with the diagnoses I received last week. Like I said previously, there are a lot of stigmas attached with being "Bipolar" (think crazy Brittany Spears). I don't fit into that category, and my symptoms are milder than Bipolar I. Of course, if anyone knows me, they know how much I like to research and become knowledgeable about things. Especially medical things. I find them fascinating, unless of course they pertain to my family or myself. Then, it's a bit stressful.
So I ran over to Barnes & Nobel and picked up a book on Bipolar, and what it means. The brain is an amazing thing. Unfortunately for me, my brains chemicals are on overload causing extremes in my emotional state. The more I read about Bipolar II the more I agreed with my diagnoses. I didn't realize how much genetics played a part in mental illness, but it plays a big part. You don't even have to have a Bipolar parent to become Bipolar, often you will just have a parent who suffered from major depression. I know that depression runs in both sides of my family, so I had a higher likelihood to suffer from depression.
I've always been an emotional person, since before I can remember. I suffered from an eating disorder when I was in high school, and depression. Sure, for a lot of people that's just teen-angst. But for me it was a precursor to Bipolar.
I suffered from Post partum depression after Kenzie was born. I went undiagnosed, even though I sought treatment. The doctor I saw said that I was just an overwhelmed new mother, but I knew it was much more than that. I was extra cautious after I had Parker to make those around me aware of my previous experience with Post Partum.
I did great after Parker was born, and I attribute much of that to the fact that I began exercising 20 minutes a day, 6 days a week, when he was 6 weeks old. I lost 64 pounds in 6 months, and had never felt better. All of that came crashing down around when Parker was just 9 months old. Ryan got laid off from work, and we had to move in with his family. It was during the holidays, which contributed to the stress. On top of this my Mother was seriously ill in the hospital, and it just became more than I could bear.
It all came to head while on a shopping trip to Target with my FIL on Dec. 21, 2004. We were just stopping by Target to pick up a few things. Parker was in the shopping cart, fussing since he was getting in some new teeth. I handed him my plastic wallet to chew on. (I know, not smart) Somewhere between walking around Target and stopping next door at Staples, Parker dropped my wallet. I noticed my wallet was missing on our way back to the car. We went back to Staples to ask if anyone had seen it, and the sales clerk said that someone brought up a wallet, asked if anyone knew it was missing, and then left with it. Seriously!!? The clerk let them walk away with my wallet. We walked over to Target to see if it had been turned in there. Nope.
It was in this moment that I had a panic attack/mental breakdown. I don't remember much, beyond losing it. I was crying, and frantic. My mind was racing, and the stress of everything was too much. It also happened to be Ryan's birthday, and 3 days before Christmas. What if someone pulled out the little money we had in our account? We wouldn't be able to get the kids anything for Christmas. Ryan would probably be mad at me, and he didn't need any additional stress.
Luckily, the person who found my wallet was an honest person and called my credit card company. I was able to pick up my wallet that evening.
I visited my doctor shortly after that, where I was diagnosed as having major clinical depression, and was placed on Zoloft. The Zoloft did help to lift me out of my depression, but after a few months it didn't really work anymore. This is very common if you have Bipolar. You shouldn't be on anti-depressants if you're BP unless you're also taking a mood stabilizer. Luckily it didn't cause me to have any manic episodes, at least not that I remember.
I finally stopped taking the Zoloft last July, since it wasn't working anymore. I was fine for a few months, until January. Life has been stressful for many reasons, and I've pretty much been depressed. When my Mom got sick again it sent me into a deep depression. Then things got better, and when I was seen last week the doctor said that I was in a mixed episode. Both depression, and hypo-manic. Pretty much all over the place. I was put on a mood stabilizer called Lamictal. He said that it could take 5 weeks for me to notice a difference. I'll go back in 2 weeks to see how I'm reacting to the meds.
One concern I have is that people have said that mood stabilizing meds can affect your creativity. I'm going to try to not dwell on that, and just pay attention to how my work is affected. I mean, with depression my work is affected anyways. I guess a lot of Bipolars are creative. (writers, artists, ect) Very interesting.
I can't really say why I'm sharing all of this information with you. I'm sure you either find it boring, or you think I'm a nutcase. I guess I just need someone to "talk" to, and a way to get it out there and off my mind. I can't hold all of this inside. Ryan really doesn't want to hear it. He thinks I'm just complaining. Besides, if anyone knows the mess that I can be, it's him. I'm sure he's just processing the information as well.
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Kenzie went in for her EEG today, and had all the wires put on. We went to the mall and bought her a fancy summer hat to wear. We're at home now, and she's relaxing on the couch, with the video monitoring her as well. Ya, did I mention that while she's at home she has to be hooked up to a video & audio recorder? So I guess I better wear my modest jammies today. :) I'll post more about her EEG tomorrow.
Thanks for stopping by.
Sara













































