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  1. Fake. Yes, that's me. Hundred percent fake guaranteed. Why is it so hard to be me? Why am I so scared to be me? Afraid of not being enough? Afraid of being hurt? Why is it so hard to let people close? Is it too late to learn to show who I really am? Here I am. This is real me writing these words. The photo is real too. Except for the fake smile and filters of course. That smile I have faked all my life. And they bought it. Fools.
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    Officially bipolar

    It's official now. Diagnosed with bipolar disorder. New medication, new life hopefully. I know it's not that simple though. Finding the right balance may take a while. After all it took fifteen years to get the right diagnosis so only God knows how long it will take finding right pills and right dosage. I was pretty certain about being bipolar even though that thought didn't occur to me until few months ago. Actually it was an online friend of mine who told me that I was manic. We have never met in real life but he reads me like an open book. Actually it was him who told me to see a doctor fifteen years ago and get my depression treated. And I did. I was prescribed anti-depressants which set off the rollercoaster ride. I've ridden so many laps that I feel nauseous. This is a turnover in my life. Now that I have taken the first step on getting better I have to follow through. I have to make some changes. The hardest thing will be letting go. My life will never be the same again. First of all I need to stop guarding myself and let people to see real me. For that I may need some psychotherapy but then so be it. I am planning to write a letter to my parents and explain my situation. Maybe will write my friends too. All my life I have faked a smile for them and they either believed or just didn't care. How can I trust them again? How can I trust that I am good enough the way I am?
  3. The climate change. Important subject to talk about! No, I am not actually going to write you about that. I am going to tell you what it has got to do with my weekend. I was feeling really down yesterday until it hit me again. Wow! Out of nowhere. In minutes I was loaded with dangerous amount of energy. You all know what that means. No, I didn't cheat on the hubby this time! But I grew a huge interest in the climate change. I decided to become a vegan and found it very important to inform my friends and family about the climate change. I wonder if they found my message odd because I didn't get many responses. But my concern was real. I feel confident about next week. There is a slight possibility I get to start medication. This week my nurse started to run diagnostics on me. I was interviewed with pages and more pages of questions. Answering all those questions made me realize I really do have some serious issues to deal with in order to continue my life and make it worth living. The tests indicated to bipolar disorder but my nurse was more concerned about my anxiety and two psychotic periods in my life. She promised to get back to me on Monday when she has disgussed about the tests with my doctor. So keep your fingers crossed! Finally things are going forward.
  4. To be a good mother while my heart was breaking was one of the hardest roles I've ever had to play. I did everything. I gave all I had to give. I loved, I nurtured, I was their best friend, a mother and a father when my husband couldn't be. I had never felt pain like that before. But that's what mothers do. I pushed away my illness and hide all that pain behind my smile. My heart and mind was shattered in million pieces. Now it's been a while. My husband eventually got better too and grew up a pretty good father. Now he has been taking care of everything because I can't. But he is tired. He needs rest and a break from my illness. The kids also need a break from my illness. They all need me to be me. A mother who carries her babies on her shoulders when they are too tired to walk. A wife that takes care of her husband when he gets ill. I must stop being sick. I've done that before, I can do it again. I will smile and my eyes will shine when I hide the pain. Because I must. That's how you pour from an empty cup. Today I sat on the bathroom floor and cried. I cried until my heart was so numb I couldn't feel anything. No more tears, my heart is frozen.
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    Calcination (noun) The stage in our lives when we start seeing the tricks, illusions, misleading beliefs, and harmful habits of our egos and put them aside so that we can finally explore what lies underneath. A big word. Big thoughts. Why did I do this to myself? Why did I keep going when I needed to stop? Why did nobody intervene? I seriously thought I've led quite a normal and peaceful life. I mean happy childhood, nothing traumatic nor too dramatic. I've lived in perception that what contributed to my illness was merely more than qualities of my nature and bad genes. It's all coming together now. More clearly than ever before. My doctor prescribed me three more weeks of sick leave. I understand that I have to overcome some harmful thinking patterns in order to get better. I feel like I don't have time. It's too late. I will return to work too early and all this is just waste of time and society's resources. It will get worse if I can't or want to make changes. How will this end?
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    So today my mind is black again. Just like that. Just like switching off a light. I can tell the exact time when it happened and there were absolutely no triggers. None. I was perfectly happy and embracing the life and then I wasn't. I will see my psychiatrist tomorrow. Maybe she has some ideas what to do with this. Whatever it is, it has to stop.
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    So, things got out of control last night. Again. My mood has switched to green light and I am speeding up. So I ended up going out last night with my friend and bunch or her friends. I haven't seen anybody in weeks and I have blocked all my friends and my parents. I haven't returned to messages or answered my phone so this was a big step. Whether it was a good or bad step, I can't tell yet. I've learned recently that when the green light is on I lose my judgement. And it gets worse every time. Ok here it goes, I'm going to tell you about recent episodes honestly and straight. If you have read my blog entry "introduction" you may know that I am happily married. Don't bother to judge my actions because I don't care. I've got an online relationship. This relationship has lasted on and off for 16 years. We used to be madly in love when we were kids but nowdays it's a very intimate friendship. Now you are probably thinking of what's the big deal. Seriously not a biggie. Sex on skype and sending (dirty) **** pictures, not a biggie either. I mean everybody does it, right? Two months ago I slept with one of my employees. Never had sex with a girl before. I loved it! I contacted her last night and suggested if we did it again. I have no sense of doing anything wrong. As long as it stays a secret, nobody gets hurt. Last night at a pub I ended up kissing with a guy. Omg he was such a cute guy from very North. I was going to leave the pub with him, but his friends stopped him from doing it. What a pity. I had some compulsive thoughts that made me behave like I did. These thoughts told me that life is too short, you don't even know if you are here next week so let go and f***ing do it. This morning after waking up next to my hubby, who I by the way made really happy last night, I came to a realization of uploading Tinder last night. A huge mistake, way too risky. Still... you know the thrill right? When your Tinder match sends you a message... Life is too short right?
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    Thought I could give you an introduction. I don't know if anyone is actually reading my posts but I introduce myself anyway because I am super awesome and you should definitely know more about me. Feel free to say "hi" if you are reading this. I am a woman in my early thirties from North of Europe. I am a mother of three (children aged 11, 8, 6), a wife, a friend, a boss you name it. When I am at my lowest I'm a failure and never good enough. When I hit my highs... well, let's put it this way... if you like adventures, you want to get to know me. I grew up in a happy family with both parents and two younger siblings. Already at a very young age I was controlling, neurotic, reserved and guarded. Perfection was the only way of doing things. Maybe it was my qualities that led to a depression at the age of thirteen. Since then my life has been a struggle. I've been able to achieve a lot anyway. Now the hardest part is not being able to enjoy all that I have gained with hard work and persistence. At adult age I've gotten new friends like panic disorder, anxiety disorder and now possibly bipolar disorder. My current state is severe, psychotic depression but I think I've gotten rid of all psychotic symptoms by now. I am very capable of self-reflection and pay a great interest in analysing my behavior. Actually that is the only thing I am able to do most days. I am on a sick leave from my work. I spend about four hours a day from Monday to Friday in the hospital at group therapy. I also meet a doctor and a nurse once a week. I don't know how long this intense treatment is going to last but I am happy about not being hospitalized around the clock. That would be unbearable for me and my kids. I have never been away from them more than a day or two. Please let me know if your story is even a little bit similar to mine.
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    Good news

    Today has been a good day. A good day in a boring kind of way. See, I have only experienced extreme highs and lows during the past two years but today was different. Good, boring and peaceful. I even made some plans of buying some autumn flowers for the porch tomorrow. Therefore, there must be tomorrow. Also something switched inside me today. I'm finally starting to accept my current situation which is a major contribution to getting better. I understood significance of group therapy. Suddenly I found the group comforting. We are all very different people with very different backgrounds but we share the same thoughts and feelings. There is understanding that you can't even imagine to have between your loved ones if they haven't gone through the same. I mean, you can't have a lunch conversation like this with your folks: "So, how are you guys doing today?" - "I'm having a really bad day. I don't know how I will survive this day. I just want to die, you know." - "I totally feel you. I wrote a suicide note last night but I saved it for some other day."
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    Good morning part two

    Well, I didn't see this coming. I visited a library in the morning. Thought I could start reading again. I felt so heavy. Even picking up a book was almost unbearable task. I eventually made my decision but had no idea that things were about to get worse. How could things get worse than not being able to choose a book? My phone rang. A nurse from psychiatric called me to cancel my appointment. The nurse suggested me another time next week. I told I wouldn't be able to make it because at the time being I would be at work. "Oh." Yes oh, some of us psychiatric patients actually work and some of us even have high-end jobs. You require us to take part in group therapy from Monday to Friday but still don't get to see a doctor who would write you a note for sick leave. I am not happy with the system. I don't have time for this. I have a job and other responsibilities. Just give me some drugs and I'll figure out the rest like always. This could have been a trigger for me but I made it to my group therapy. We got some psychoeducation about sleeping and after lunch did some exercises managing anxiety. After the group therapy one of the nurses asked me if I had remembered to give my blood samples (drugs, thyroid etc.). That led to a conversation about my situation and concerns. It helped a little bit but still I left the hospital feeling heavy and irritated as ever. I don't need psychoeducation! I've already done my research. I may be little psychotic but don't you dare to underestimate my intelligence! Give me a diagnosis and new drugs. Please. At home I tried to do laundry with very little success. N came home from school and she brought her friend too. I asked the girls to play outdoors because the weather was so good. I was still trying to fight the endless war against piles of laundry (if you've got kids you can probably relate to this) when it started. "Mom, I'm just picking up some stuff" "Mom, we are thirsty" "Mom, I'll show L my room" Stop it! Please stop it! The steps, the noise, the giggling, the girls and the front door open... too much, TOO MUCH... I locked myself up in the bathroom with all those piles of laundry. It was not a panic attack nor anxiety. Or maybe little. After all my body was warning me about a threat. And I cried. I cried because I had reached the point where my own kids are too much. The children that I have given birth to. The children I once wanted so badly (except for the one that made it through anyway).
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    Good morning

    It was easy to get up this morning. Either I'm growing tolerance in Ketiapinor or this is going to be one of those days again. I am having some troubles to stay still so that indicates the latter. Yesterday wasn't a good day at all. I missed my group therapy intentionally. I will go today. I've got an appointment with a nurse too so I have to be at the hospital anyway. I want to talk about my work. Should I continue my sick leave or not. So many questions so little answers. What is right thing to do? What should I do? How to learn to let go and trust life will find a way?
  12. Hi, I think you should go for it if you qualify. To me it sounds like you already know what to do but you just need some support because you have made your decision based on what your heart says more than based on rational reasons. You already knew your answer when you applied to the job <3 I am thinking of career change too and I wish I had your courage.
  13. Sad and pointless. Just took Ketipinor (quetiapine) to sleep over these feelings.
  14. 1. Holiday trips with family 2. Summers. Playing outdoors with friends. 3. Lazy weekends
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    Are you okay?

    "Are you okay?" Actually, I am not okay. I suffer from severe depression with psychotic symptoms, anxiety and mood swings. I swing between highs and lows, always too deep in depression or too deep in everything. I have no interest in anything, I feel nothing but emptiness and couldn't care less what's going on with you because all I can think of is myself. I feel lost and all my decisions in life have been wrong or made with no self-respect. Don't get me wrong, I do love my children more than anything but seriously?! Three kids?! Self-esteem that I re-built so many years is now crumbling. I am no good. Never good enough. There is no turning back now but I am too scared of change because I don't know what it's like to live without depression. Please don't ask me if I am okay, I don't want to lie. "I am fine. Just little tired."
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    Tell no one

    I needed to get away. Get away from all of this. Everything was too much and no one could undestand and why can't I just quit if I've already given up? And then. Then I finally quit. I let the biology study book fell off my bed as the tears I had been holding off now rolled down my cheeks. Tears of relief. If you have gone on so long an inevitable moment when going on must stop will come. "Mom I have to tell you something..." "Dad I am ill and I have to drop off school for a while..." "Oh honey, we knew you have gotten ill..." "Darling, it's been a while now. Will you stop this? You are making your father depressed." "My dear daughter, we can't deal with your issues anymore. Your younger siblings are suffering. Maybe it's better for everybody if you move out." And then. Then I learned to tell no one.
  17. Hei Liam I was diagnosed with severe psychotic depression two weeks ago. Not psychosis but just some psychotic symptoms. What happened to me is very similar to what you describe. Since then I've got some serious problems with memory and I also loose track on time. I forget what day it is several times a day. Also sometimes I don't know if I've been doing something for 30 minutes or three hours. Daydream would be the exact word to describe how I feel. I also felt that I'm in some kind of own dimension where I can see all the people but other people passing me don't see me. Kinda not sure if I existed. Things are now little bit better but I still suffer from loosing track of time. I'm starting to recover from memory loss and now I can remember yesterday but I still make notes what I've done and felt yesterday just for sure.
  18. Now that I'm on a sick leave I've gotten some things done at home. Today I was in a hospital for some blood samples. I was supposed to continue to psychiatric after that but didn't make it to my group therapy so I went home. I did little cleaning up and took hubby's grannie to pharmacy and groseries. I should start preparing dinner cos the kids will be home soon. Before my sick leave I could do nothing after work than stare a wall and think of how will I make it to the next day.
  19. I've got oxazepam (Opamox) as benzos but I was recently prescribed quatepiane (Ketiapinor, Seroquel) for anxiety and sleeping because my doctor thinks I've got enough to deal with other than drug addiction. At the moment I'm suffering from severe depression so luckily it takes the edge off from anxiety as I feel numb. When the depression gets better the anxiety kicks in. It's always either or.
  20. Hah chickening me... damn autocorrect. chickening me I meant. Forgot to say I'm from North of Europe if someone finds it relevant piece of information.
  21. Hi! I just found this site and decided to register and give it a try. I don't know what to expect but what I hope is conversations with people who deal with same kind of issues. Sometimes it's easier to talk with strangers than your loved ones. Well, more about me... I'm in my 30s, mother of three and work as a restaurant manager. On daily basis I take care of my 70 employees and make the owner rich. Recently I was forced to take a sick leave and it's chickening me. I'm having some hard time accepting the situation. I've suffered from depression 20 years now. Also panic attacks and severe anxiety. Possibly bipolar disorder which is now under further examination. I'm now on intense period of treatment. Hopefully will gain some balance and right diagnosis for proper medication.
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