darkangel-212559
Banned
So I just want to premise this thread with the disclaimer that I'm not suicidal and that I'm not going through depression (although being sad is part of what is currently happening).
The long story short is that there is a certain form of bipolar disorder called Cyclothymia. (I think I got that spelling right). I'm currently in the process of getting a formal diagnosis for it.
Essentially instead of going to extreme states of being often, the manias can happen once every few weeks or months or years. For myself it's every few years, triggered by either a sudden feeling of emptiness of my chosen life path or some other life event.
When I get like this I will suddenly wake up one day with a total and intense desire to change everything about me. My life, my identity, my career, my studies, everything.
This time around for the last year I went down the religious path (as I have before), but never too this extreme.
To put this into the context, one day I was doing my PhD, building up my arts career, putting money into my property, everything. Then the next day I didn't want any of it. I found it all empty. With no meaning. If I hadn't had family trying to reign me in I was going to sell my property and quit my PhD right there and then.
Instead I decided I was going to move to Israel, rent my flat, have an religious match made marriage and THEN sell my flat. I took all my clothes, my identity, how I communicate myself to the outside world. My tour t shirts, jeans, everything, into bin liners and threw it all into the dump. I shaved my long hair that I had been growing for 2 years off and I deferred the PhD. I was like this for nearly 2 years.
A few days ago I crashed out of it and hard. I'm grieving over what I nearly lost. And I'm so angry at myself for purposely burning important bridges in academia and my arts career. Losing opportunites and who knows if I'll be able to regain them.
I have to rebuy all my clothes and grow back my hair. I feel like I threw away who I was and now I've also lost an identity I built up during my mania. It's fucking with my head. I don't know who is the real me anymore. I don't know what is the real me anymore.
Fortunely I'm being helped by a great mental health team and I'm determined to get back to my PhD, my arts career, my academic career and my rock n roll loving, nerd identity. Try and get back to stability. Try and have a system in place to help me not repeat it too this level. They might offer me Lithium. Fuck that. Even on low doses its bad news. But at the same time... It might be worth it on a low dose? I really don't know.
Anyway I don't know if I'm a big 'Gaffer' or not or whatever but I felt like this community has been great. EviLore has always been kind to me especially. So thanks guys.
Anyway the mental health team offered me a bed to stay and rest over night in their crisis centre. I'm going to be taking it.
Cheers for reading this long post.
The long story short is that there is a certain form of bipolar disorder called Cyclothymia. (I think I got that spelling right). I'm currently in the process of getting a formal diagnosis for it.
Essentially instead of going to extreme states of being often, the manias can happen once every few weeks or months or years. For myself it's every few years, triggered by either a sudden feeling of emptiness of my chosen life path or some other life event.
When I get like this I will suddenly wake up one day with a total and intense desire to change everything about me. My life, my identity, my career, my studies, everything.
This time around for the last year I went down the religious path (as I have before), but never too this extreme.
To put this into the context, one day I was doing my PhD, building up my arts career, putting money into my property, everything. Then the next day I didn't want any of it. I found it all empty. With no meaning. If I hadn't had family trying to reign me in I was going to sell my property and quit my PhD right there and then.
Instead I decided I was going to move to Israel, rent my flat, have an religious match made marriage and THEN sell my flat. I took all my clothes, my identity, how I communicate myself to the outside world. My tour t shirts, jeans, everything, into bin liners and threw it all into the dump. I shaved my long hair that I had been growing for 2 years off and I deferred the PhD. I was like this for nearly 2 years.
A few days ago I crashed out of it and hard. I'm grieving over what I nearly lost. And I'm so angry at myself for purposely burning important bridges in academia and my arts career. Losing opportunites and who knows if I'll be able to regain them.
I have to rebuy all my clothes and grow back my hair. I feel like I threw away who I was and now I've also lost an identity I built up during my mania. It's fucking with my head. I don't know who is the real me anymore. I don't know what is the real me anymore.
Fortunely I'm being helped by a great mental health team and I'm determined to get back to my PhD, my arts career, my academic career and my rock n roll loving, nerd identity. Try and get back to stability. Try and have a system in place to help me not repeat it too this level. They might offer me Lithium. Fuck that. Even on low doses its bad news. But at the same time... It might be worth it on a low dose? I really don't know.
Anyway I don't know if I'm a big 'Gaffer' or not or whatever but I felt like this community has been great. EviLore has always been kind to me especially. So thanks guys.
Anyway the mental health team offered me a bed to stay and rest over night in their crisis centre. I'm going to be taking it.
Cheers for reading this long post.
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