Bipolar Me

A recent issue of BP magazine had an article on surviving a breakup as a person with bipolar disorder. It noted that “a split can trigger manic or depressive episodes.” It also noted that “there’s typically a period of destabilizing upheaval as the newly single adjust to life on their own, perhaps in different surroundings.”

I can vouch for the mood episodes and destabilizing upheaval. My senior year in college, I experienced a breakup that was not just destabilizing but devastating. At the time, I was not diagnosed, but it’s now clear that I was in the grip of a major depressive episode, between not having any idea what would happen to me after college and the train wreck that was the relationship.

The article also described how to maintain stability, avoid dangerous rebounds, and prioritize self-care when a relationship ends. They advised readers to avoid rebound relationships, not stop their medication, see or seek a mental health professional, avoid isolation by using their social support network, take their time, and allow themselves to heal.

This is no doubt good advice, but it’s easier said than done. I wasn’t able to put all of it into practice. I had no mental health professional (and wasn’t ready to look for one), and was unmedicated, unless you count the benzo I was given for my TMJ problem and the wine our neighbors poured for me.

As for rebound relationships, I met the man I would eventually marry the weekend before I left where I was living to return to my home state. But it’s hard to call it a rebound relationship, as for over a year, we saw each other only twice, but simply corresponded. So I guess you could say I took my time.

However, one year wasn’t all I needed to heal. Neither the flashbacks and nightmares nor the crying were finished in that time. I had to repair my relationship with my parents. I had to realize that I needed psychiatric help and begin that journey. I had to rebuild my social support system and find the wherewithal to interact with them.

When you consider everything, it took more than a decade. By the time my “rebound” guy and I got married, I was still not healed. He had to cope with my distress as I tried to shake off the memories. He tried to understand my longstanding depression (but really couldn’t until he experienced a depression of his own). The people in my support system soon realized that I would back out of plans, often at the last minute, and that if I did show up, I could be preoccupied and uncommunicative.

The good news is that I finally did heal. My husband and I now have a strong relationship unclouded by the specter of that failed one.

So, what would I advise someone to do in the aftermath of a bipolar breakup?

First of all, take the time you need to heal, and don’t worry if it doesn’t happen quickly. The death of a relationship engenders grief. And as with the death of a person you cared about, grief takes as long as it takes. There is no official timeline or cut-off point. I’m not saying you should dwell on a past relationship, but that there are many facets to such a breakup, and you may have to heal from one after another. You can’t rush it, so don’t try. Unresolved memories and grief can pop up again when you least expect them.

Next, while you’re taking your time to heal, also take the time to do the work. Find a therapist or psychiatrist and go to your appointments faithfully. If they give advice (they may not), take it. If they give you homework, do it. If they say something that resonates with you, think deeply about it. See where it fits into your life and your situation. If it doesn’t seem to do so, discuss it further in a later session.

Finally, don’t overlook “glimmers.” These fleeting reminders of the things that remain good in your world are worth treasuring. What they are will be personal to you. The sight of a blue jay flying past your window or hummingbirds fighting over a feeder. The smell of cinnamon rolls baking. The sound of a song you love being played over the sound system of a restaurant you visit. The cuddly warmth of a blanket or a hug. The taste of your favorite kind of chocolate. Use all your senses to identify the presence of things that bring you, if not joy, at least a smile.

Give it time. You will get over that relationship.