Bipolar 2 From Inside and Out

Overthinking Night and Day

October 27, 2024

Like many people with SMI, my superpower is overthinking. In fact, even as I write this, it’s 2:30 a.m. I can’t sleep because I have hamster brain, a phenomenon I’m sure will be familiar to most of you.

I’ve got plenty to overthink about. I’m starting a new writing assignment and am confronted with a big, messy outline that I didn’t write and have to make into a coherent book. We don’t have the money to get a plumber, only the downstairs toilet works, and there’s only a trickle in the showers. Between the two of us, over the next six weeks, we have a total of six assorted doctor appointments coming up, for everything from nail fungus to heart meds to psych meds to test results to steroid shots. There’s the trip we have booked in January to see Dan’s 96-year-old mother. There’s our senior cat whose health is holding for now, but who knows? Pick any one. Or two. Or more.

If only overthinking were productive. Wouldn’t it be great if all that thinking led to creative problem-solving? But no. The problems remain and continue rolling over and over.

Overthinking is tied to anxiety, at least in my case. I do have an anxiety disorder, so my overthinking is something prodigious. And, as exemplified by the hamster brain analogy, it’s cyclical. Anxiety causes overthinking causes anxiety and so on and on. The more out-of-control your problems are, the more out-of-control your thoughts become.

Overthinking is also a symptom of other mental disorders, such as PTSD, OCD, and depression. Another perhaps related phenomenon is intrusive thoughts, the ones that seem to appear spontaneously in your mind for no apparent reason. Perfectionism can be involved, too, if you obsess about doing everything just right. Catastrophizing and all-or-nothing thinking can also contribute to overthinking.

But those are facts. And overthinking has little to do with facts. Take that upcoming trip, for example. The flights are booked, the accommodations are arranged, the rental car is reserved. All three are already paid for. All this was taken care of months ago. But I still overthink. I check the airline reservations to make sure they haven’t changed (they did at least once, with a layover in a different city). I hope we can get an accessible condo. I worry about paying for gas and food. I feel panicky about getting to the next gate during layovers. I have done everything I can think of to make sure the trip runs smoothly, but still…

It’s exhausting, so it’s ironic that I can’t sleep.

How to stop overthinking? Mindfulness and meditation are often recommended, but those don’t work for me. I just can’t shut off the over-thoughts long enough to accomplish them. Distractions are another recommendation, and I try that, but they only provide temporary relief. Reframing negative thoughts is yet another suggestion, but I don’t know how to reframe having to go downstairs to pee in the middle of the night. Self-acceptance or self-compassion, forgiveness, and gratitude—nothing seems to work.

I do take antianxiety meds, and I do have permission to take an extra one if I have more than usual anxiety. I have a prescription for a sleeping aid, but I don’t like to take it very often. More often I just say the hell with it and get up, read or write or watch TV. My sleep-wake schedule is off for days, along with my meals, but if I can just stop the thoughts for a while, I’ll take it.

For me, overthinking happens mostly at night, but it doesn’t have to. There’s plenty of fodder for overthinking during my waking hours. Perhaps I just don’t notice it as much because during the daytime I’m usually doing something that distracts me from my thoughts. Today I was overthinking how to get an accessible room at the condo where we’re staying in January. I made phone calls and stayed on hold, but I got put off until four weeks before the trip. That started me overthinking about what to do if we can’t get an accessible room. I’d have to get one of those shower substitute wipes they use for people who are bedridden. Then I started looking those up online. Maybe I should order some, just in case. Or, I thought, I could wash up in the sink every day. Or some combination of the above. It’s ridiculous how long I spent contemplating the possibilities. All I really have to do is request an accessible unit when I show up, and they’ll tell me whether one is available that day. But do you think I’ll be able to wait until we show up? No, I’ll keep overthinking it. And get the wipes just in case.

Because that’s just what I do.

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When Couples Therapy Works

October 20, 2024

Couples counseling is never easy. It’s hard enough to have one person discussing their problems with a therapist, much less two. Two opinions. Two versions of reality. Two sets of problems. Two emotional whirlpools. Two perspectives. Two of everything.

And one therapist. One person trying to understand the dynamics. One person listening to two stories. One person trying to help two individuals and to help a couple.

It’s a wonder it ever works.

But it can. It does. Not always, but sometimes.

My husband and I have been to couples counseling three different times. Two of them helped. One didn’t.

One was a long-term round of therapy when we were much younger, trying to work out some of the typical problems that young couples face. We weren’t fighting, but we didn’t know how to live and work together well.

Our therapist was an older lady, very dignified and comforting. A good listener, she gave us as long as we needed to talk before she did. It was a productive relationship and helped a lot.

The second time didn’t go so well. It was short-term therapy, under the auspices of an Employee Assistance Program, so we had six weeks to work things out.

Except it didn’t work. The therapist took sides, and sided with my husband. She ignored my bipolar disorder (or depression, as it was diagnosed at the time) and suddenly, he was the sane one and I was damaged. She expected me to accommodate him. After every session, I felt shredded. I didn’t make it through the six weeks. At some point before that, I refused to go.

The third time was after we had a major blow-up, one that threatened to ruin us. My therapist recommended a counselor who could work with both of us. We had opposing views that were incompatible. There was bitterness and anger on both sides. The therapist gave us a safe space to say what we needed to, question each other’s perceptions, and work out a way to go on from there. Mostly, she listened. After only a few sessions, we achieved a detente and were calm enough to continue without outside help.

Three examples—uniquely ours and not representative of anyone else’s experience. Three dynamics. Three outcomes.

What made them different? Two were safe spaces for both of us, and one wasn’t, for me at least. One was long-term and might have been even longer if the therapist hadn’t retired. One was short-term and even shorter because I couldn’t continue with the process. One was positively episodic, three sessions only.

Of course, I don’t know what couples therapy is like from the therapist’s side. From my own perspective, it seemed that the process only worked when there was space—space in time, as long or as short as needed, neither cut off artificially or drawn out more than necessary. And when there was someone who listened to both of us. Comfortable physical spaces, too, not impersonal offices but welcoming rooms that looked like someone could relax in them.

Two people with multiple problems. Two processes that worked for both of us and one that didn’t.

I can’t pontificate about the process. All I can say is that couples therapy can work, and does work, and did work for us—at least two times out of three. What made the difference? I think it was the ability of the therapists to step back, listen to both of us, and not tell us what to do. They talked too, of course. They recommended books for us to read. They suggested new ways to think about things and talk about them. They absorbed the bad feelings in the air and didn’t deny them. But in their presence, it was possible to think, to listen, and to talk. To disagree, to argue, to come back together. To heal and discover. To grow.

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It’s Not That Simple

October 13, 2024

I’ve bitched before about the ads on TV for psychotropic drugs, and I’m about to do it again. The first ones that caught my eye were the ones that compared depression to holding up a smiley face mask in front of their face, while the person’s actual face exhibited sadness.

But it’s not that simple. Smiling depression is a thing, of course, but treating it is not as simple as taking away the mask and replacing it with a real smile. Psychotropics don’t work that way. Of course, since the ads are for psychotropics that are supposed to work quickly (though not as quickly as the ads imply), we can’t expect them to mention the years of struggle and therapy that go into improving the condition.

The next kind of commercials are a tiny bit better. They mention actual symptoms of depression: sadness, loss of focus, lack of interest in fun things, or an inability to do chores.

But it’s not that simple. Personally, I don’t think it’s a tragedy if the barista has to wait two seconds while I remember whether I want oat milk or if the family has to put away the laundry. These are obvious but probably not major symptoms of depression or symptoms of major depression. What about not getting out of bed for three days or not showering for a week or more? Crying all day about nothing or everything? Thoughts of self-harm or suicide? They just don’t make for good 60-second television. The long, lingering effects of depression are glossed over or ignored.

There are also ads for treatments for bipolar disorder, both types I and II. Most of them concentrate on the mania or hypomania side of the problem. Most of the ads use metaphors—climbing a tower of cards or going from darkness to light. Overspending is the issue most illustrated in regard to bipolar if you don’t count all the depression ads. I recall one that showed a woman who had bought a lot of expensive cameras and came to realize that she had overdone it.

But it’s not that simple. Bipolar disorder is a complex disorder that metaphors just can’t capture. Like depression, the ads concentrate on only one symptom, and don’t do a good job of creating those metaphors. (I’m just glad they don’t use a metaphor of someone on a swing.) I realize that it’s not likely that ads on TV will address hypersexuality, but what about the pressured speech, euphoria, irritability, bad decisions, and reckless behavior that go with mania?

Schizophrenia is probably the worst. The ads show not the disorder, but the lack of it—women saying, “I’m glad I don’t hear voices anymore” and “I’m glad I don’t still think everyone is looking at me” or men playing guitar to illustrate how “normal” the drugs make them.

But it’s not as simple as that. I admit that it’s not possible to portray some of the more frightening aspects of schizophrenia, which would probably only add to the stigma surrounding schizophrenia. But making it seem like one pill will cure it isn’t reasonable or accurate.

Then there’s tardive dyskinesia, also called TD. The ads do a competent job of giving examples of uncontrolled movements and how they interfere with a person’s life. The drug being advertised may indeed help with those.

But it’s not that simple. If you read the fine print at the bottom of the screen or listen to the rapid-paced list of possible side effects, you’ll notice that one of them is uncontrolled movements. WTAF? It gets rid of uncontrolled movements but may cause uncontrolled movements? Why take it and take the chance?

The ads I may hate the most are the ones that emphasize family. We see a woman folding the family’s laundry, grandparents romping with the kids at a park, and other idyllic scenes.

But it’s not that simple. Treating a mental illness is not something you do for the benefit of other people. It’s something you do for yourself, even if you don’t have a nuclear family or grandchildren or a large circle of friends. Granted, the people around you may be happy that you’ve found a therapy that works (and the ads almost never show a combination of drug therapy and talk therapy). That’s a side effect—a good one, but still not the intended effect of the psychotropic drug.

I attribute this primarily to the lack of inventiveness and understanding shown by people at the advertising agencies, as well as the tiptoeing around the whole subject of SMI. But what happens is that the viewers get an unrealistic view of both the disorders themselves and what the drugs can do to relieve them. It’s not simple, and the ads simply don’t reflect that.

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Dual Diagnosis and AA

October 6, 2024

Dual diagnosis, also called co-occurring disorders or co-morbidity, is one of the most complicated conditions that affect people with mental illness. The heart of dual diagnosis is that the person has both a brain illness and a substance use disorder (SUD). Estimates differ wildly as to how common dual diagnoses are, depending on differing definitions of dual diagnosis, for example. According to SAMHSA, 21.5 million Americans experience both SMI and SUD.

Alcoholics Anonymous, of course, is the best-known support group for alcohol abuse disorders. Narcotics Anonymous focuses on illegal drugs rather than alcohol. But there are fewer opportunities for people with dual diagnoses to find similar kinds of support. There is a group called Dual Diagnosis Anonymous (DDA), but it doesn’t have nearly the reach of the older, more familiar organizations.

So, how do dual diagnoses and substance use disorders share the support group space? Is the standard AA model open to or beneficial for people with dual diagnoses?

I recently spoke with Tony, a friend who has bipolar disorder and alcohol addiction. He’s currently in recovery in a treatment program that addresses both problems. Tony, who has been in the program for around six weeks, has started out in a sober house and with AA meetings. While he discusses his SMI, for now the primary focus of his treatment is substance abuse.

According to Tony, the relationship between AA and SMI support is sometimes fraught with contention. The history of AA doesn’t prohibit people with co-occurring disorders, but in practice, the situation can be different. Tony, in his early years of association with the organization, was dropped by his sponsor when he revealed his dual diagnosis.

Part of the problem Tony has found is that many people involved in AA are biased against the use of psychotropic drugs, even those properly prescribed by a psychiatrist and taken as prescribed. To them, drugs are drugs, and they are universally thought to be addictive. This is, according to Tony, an old-school and literalist interpretation of AA’s principles.

But if a person with a dual diagnosis goes off their psych meds, their condition can deteriorate. And untreated SMI can cause a person to self-medicate with alcohol, creating a vicious cycle. AA literature says that group members should not stop taking doctor-prescribed meds, but the problem persists. People with dual diagnosis may therefore avoid AA.

Of course, people can be addicted to prescription medications (whether they get them from their doctors or not). AA and NA can be extremely beneficial for them. Still, according to DDA, people with dual diagnoses can experience “a sense of ‘symptomatic difference’ between addicts and alcoholics and dually diagnosed persons. Some symptoms may result in disruptive behaviors during meetings, further alienating the dually diagnosed. Many dually diagnosed people experience increased levels of fear, anxiety and/or paranoia in group settings. Additionally, there is a common perception among some more traditional 12 Step members that medical management represents the ‘easy way,’ and do not consider those individuals who take prescribed medications to be ‘clean and sober.’ For these reasons, the feeling of ‘not fitting in’ at traditional 12 Step meetings is common for many individuals with dual diagnosis.”

A report published by the Veterans Administration of Virginia focuses specifically on the combination of PTSD and SUD. It notes, “Substance abuse co-occurring with PTSD is often a chronic disorder that
requires long-term help, which AA may provide” and that “aspects of 12-step activities may address core issues of trauma-related symptoms and enhance treatment outcomes.” However, it also discusses how the faith component of AA can be problematic: “Trauma, and PTSD-specific symptoms of loss of faith and hope for the future, may deter individuals from embracing the concept of a higher power and the directive to surrender…. Trust is shattered such that a benevolent spiritual force is hard to imagine, and so surrender to a higher power may be seen as impossible. Further, hypervigilance and the need to
maintain control are integral parts of a traumatic stress reaction, creating hardships in turning
over one’s will and life to God.”

DDA has developed 5 steps that coordinate with AA’s 12:

1. We admitted that we had a mental illness, in addition to our substance abuse, and we accepted our dual diagnosis.

2. We became willing to accept help for both of these diseases.

3. We have understood the importance of medication, clinical interventions, and therapies, and we have accepted the need for sobriety from alcohol and abstinence from all non-prescribed drugs in our program.

4. We came to believe that when our own efforts were combined with the help of others in the fellowship of DDA, and God, as we understood Him, we would develop healthy drug- and alcohol-free lifestyles.

5. We continued to follow the DDA Recovery Program of the Twelve Steps plus Five and we maintained healthy drug- and alcohol-free lifestyles and helped others.

Tony’s treatment program is focusing first on substance abuse programs, specifically achieving one year of sobriety, though in his shares at group, he does discuss his dual diagnosis. And he finds the spiritual component of his recovery to be essential. After his formal treatment ends in mid-January, Tony wants to continue working in faith-informed service to workers in the field—perhaps in a virtual capacity with the intention of helping prevent burnout.

I’m not in AA or DDA, but it seems to me that some discussion and communication between the two organizations would help matters.

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What Gaslighting Isn’t

September 29, 2024

Gaslighting is a form of emotional abuse, but it’s not the only one.

Gaslighting is a very particular kind of emotional abuse in which the perpetrator tries to make the victim think she (or he) is crazy. They do this by denying their perception of reality.

Gaslighters say things like, “I (You) never said that.”

“You’re making that up.”

“That never happened.”

“I don’t remember saying (doing) that.”

And of course, “You’re crazy.”

There are other kinds of emotional abusers, however. One of them is the puts the victim in a position of “learned helplessness.” This often starts with “love bombing,” or flattering and professing love until the victim is hooked. This often happens when the two people live together.

Suddenly, there’s a change. The victimizer turns hateful, putting the victim down. They say things like, “You’re stupid.”

“You’re ugly.”

“You can’t do anything right.”

“You’re lucky to have me. No one else would have you.”

The, just as suddenly, the victimizer changes. Again, they’re all love and kisses, flowers and gifts, positive messages. The victim thinks they’ve changed. They believe the promises to do better, to be more attentive and loving.

These are lies. The victimizer has no intention of changing .hey’re just stringing the victim along. This is called “intermittent reinforcement.” The victim goes on hoping that the good side of their partner is the real one and all the losing statements and gestures are true. So they keep hanging on.

The situation is even more complicated if there is physical abuse—battering—going on. The victimizer is likely to do the same things as the emotional abuser. They apologize extravagantly and promise never to do it again. They can also blame the victim, saying, “I wouldn’t hurt you if you didn’t make me so mad.”

There are other tactics the abuser uses to tie the victim to them. They cut off the victim from their family and friends. They keep tight control of the finances. Children and pets are also obstacles that keep the victim helpless (this is also called “learned helplessness”).

But that’s not gaslighting. That’s emotional and physical abuse. For it to be gaslighting, the quality of tricking the victim into believing they’re going crazy, that their reality is false. Of course, the gaslighter may also use some of the techniques of the emotional abuser in addition.

The word “gaslighting” is a trendy word these days. Most of the time, what someone means when they use the word is emotional or physical abuse, or living with a narcissist.

However, as different as these problems are, there is one solution to all of them: Get out. Staying with a gaslighter, emotional abuser, or physical abuser is a losing proposition. They won’t change, no matter how many times they say they will.

Getting out will be difficult. The abuser will usually have the situation rigged so that’s difficult for the victim to do. Lack of money, lack of friends, isolation, maybe no transportation, no place to go are all impediments to escape. And though police response may be improving, it’s often not, especially if there hasn’t been battering. And we know how well restraining orders don’t work.

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Say It With Casseroles

September 22, 2024

In the South, casseroles are known as “funeral food.” After a funeral, people gather at the home of the bereaved and bring casseroles for a kind of potluck. The idea is that the family shouldn’t have to entertain the mourners and shouldn’t have to cook for basically the rest of the week. Some people even bring frozen casseroles to extend the usefulness of the food offerings. Tuna noodle casseroles are popular. Chicken rice casseroles. Green bean casseroles. Shepherd’s pies. Eggplant parm. Tater tot casseroles. Frito pies. Lasagna. Sweet potato casseroles. Ham and potato casseroles. Broccoli cauliflower casseroles. Moussaka. Even one that’s simply called “Funeral potatoes.” There are plenty of cakes and pies, too.

Food is an essential when there’s a new baby as well. It’s assumed that the new parent or parents won’t have time to cook substantial meals, so plenty of frozen casseroles are supplied. Visitors don’t arrive en masse and don’t expect to be entertained. They often bring useful items like diapers and wipes. They expect a few minutes of conversation, a look at the infant if they’re asleep, or a chance to hold them for a minute. What they mostly offer is help. Cleaning. Babysitting for older children. Running errands. Preparing bottles if needed. Emotional support is a big form of support as well. Helping the new parent with self-care. Comfort items. Listening. Offering encouragement.

Even an illness or operation generates plenty of contact. People visit in the hospital, bringing flowers, treats, plushies, prayer circles, and more. They stay as long as you want or leave when you’re feeling tired. They ask if there’s anything they can bring you, and then they do. They ask if your plants need watering. When you come home, there may again be casseroles, especially if it’s been a major operation like knee replacement. There are offers of picking up groceries or medication. They ask what you need and, nine times out of ten, they follow through. They call to check up on you or just to talk.

It’s all different if you have SMI, however. SMI is just not a “casserole illness.”

If you have a public meltdown, no visitors, no encouragement. No casseroles.

If you spend time on a psych ward, no visitors, no flowers. No casseroles.

If you aren’t able to go to an event or meet for coffee, no sympathy, no prayer circle. No casseroles.

If you’re not able to get out of bed all week, no housekeeping, no errands run. No casseroles.

And if you survive a suicide attempt, no understanding, no acknowledgment. No casseroles.

I get it. I do. People don’t know what to say, so they don’t. They don’t know what you need, so they don’t offer it. They don’t know how to cheer you up (and they can’t), so they stay away. They’re afraid of psych wards, so they don’t visit.

Casseroles can’t hurt and might help.

What it all comes down to is stigma and ignorance. There are no social conventions that apply to those with SMI. Except for the most fortunate among us, we’re on our own.

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Promises Made

September 15, 2024

My husband and I have a pact regarding suicide. No, it’s not a suicide pact of the kind you read about in the newspapers. This is a pact aimed at preventing suicide.

Dan and I both have brain illnesses. He has depression, and I have bipolar disorder. We both take meds for them and are reasonably stable a reasonable amount of the time.

That wasn’t always true, however. At one point or another, we each have considered killing ourselves.

Dan’s episode happened when he lost a job that had started out successfully and well, but devolved into chaos, disappointment, and bad feelings. On the day he was let go, he was so upset that the people where he worked called an ambulance to meet him at our house and take him for a psych evaluation. But Dan has worked in some psych units, so he knew how to answer their questions without setting off any alarms that would cause them to keep him there.

Much later, however, he told me that he really had been suicidal at the time.

My brush with suicide came after my mother died. In the aftermath, Dan did something I thought was dishonest (I won’t go into details), and I catastrophized. I didn’t approve of his action and was alarmed when he said he would do it again in the same circumstances. I felt that if that happened, I would be compelled to drop a dime on him. Then he would be disgraced, lose his job, maybe even be subject to legal consequences. I couldn’t live with the thought of that, so I decided the only thing I could do was fix the situation and then kill myself.

If it seems like those are crappy reasons for suicide, well, they are, but they didn’t seem like it at the time. That’s the insidious nature of suicidal thoughts.

We didn’t just have thoughts, however. We had plans for how to do it. (When we were able to talk about it later, it happened that our plans were almost identical.)

What stopped us? I can’t speak for Dan, but I kept postponing the act until I had settled on a method. Then my meds kicked in and I didn’t feel the need anymore.

Now we have a pact. If either one of us thinks about suicide in the future, we’ve agreed to tell each other, generally by saying, “I’m having bad thoughts.” That’s our code for it. (If we have lesser bad thoughts, we say, “I’m having bad thoughts, but not the really bad ones.”) That’s our pact. We will let each other know if we’re feeling bad enough to consider it so we can get help for ourselves or for each other.

And when we say those words, we know to take them seriously and to talk about what we’re feeling and why. We help each other consider other, less lethal, responses. Fortunately, we have both abided by our pact.

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Where Does the Money Go?

September 8, 2024

Though it embarrasses me to write this, it’s true that when I’m hypomanic, I overspend. That’s one of the ways I can tell that I’m actually hypomanic, when I go on spending sprees. Online shopping is my downfall.

I buy things for myself. I’m still in search of the perfect bra, and I like to have a good supply of underwear. I buy exotic jewelry—amber, picture jasper, zoisite—this despite the fact that I almost never leave the house. I end up wearing the jewelry to my doctor’s appointments. And I know it doesn’t really go with my t-shirt collection.

I buy books. Lots of books. I have an e-reader with almost 2,000 books on it. I know I’ll never read all of them, but I can’t resist something really interesting or by a favorite author.

I buy presents. I see things online that I think my husband might like, buy them, and squirrel them away until his birthday or our anniversary or Christmas. Half the time I don’t even know what he’ll do with them. My latest purchase for him was an articulated copper trilobite. I figure he has a curio cabinet and, if he can’t figure out anything else to do with it, he could put it there.

I buy presents for friends, too. Recently I bought carved stone guitar picks, for no reason, for two of my dear friends who play the guitar. And I sent a friend one of his favorite treats for his birthday.

Has this gotten me into financial trouble? I’d have to say yes. We’ve had some financial reverses recently, but truthfully, we could have absorbed them better if we still had the money I spent. There’s no room left on our credit cards. At the end of the month, things get tight and we have to watch every penny until our Social Security comes in.

Of course, my husband has his own fits of reckless spending. He buys presents, too, mostly for me or his mother. And he buys lots of garden supplies, everything from individual plants to truckloads of mulch. He also indulges in fossilized wood, spheres of polished stone, antiques, and the like. He can’t resist the discount shelves at the grocery store and brings home expensive (but bargain!) delicacies like canned banana leaves and pumpkin pasta sauce. We both like to eat out.

So, how do I try to keep these hypomanic spending jags down? I do try.

First of all, I take my meds faithfully. They include a mood leveler, which I hope will cut down on the hypomania.

Second, I listen to my husband. He often notices when I’m teetering on the edge of hypomania and tells me so.

Third, I try to spend the least amount possible when I do spend money. I buy books when they are discounted to $3 or less. (When we ran out of money at the end of last month, I didn’t even look at the ads for bargain books, just deleted them.) I buy underwear only when it is on a closeout sale. I use gift cards when I have them.

I also try to set limits. I try not to buy things that cost more than $25. (Sometimes I don’t make it.) I watch for sales, free shipping, and 2-for-1 offers. When I consider a larger expense, I talk it over with my husband. (Sometimes he enables me, however.)

Then too, I’m the one who pays the bills and monitors the credit cards and bank account. Sometimes I miscalculate, but I almost always know how much is in the bank and what bills are due and when. There are times when I tell my husband how much we can spend on groceries for the week (not that he always sticks to what I tell him).

Of course, the consequences of my hypomanic spending increase my anxiety, to the point where I’m almost immobilized. (That’s where I am right now.) I’m not sleeping well, or some nights at all. But I am trying to find ways to bring in more money to supplement our Social Security and my husband’s job. But my work is unpredictable and so are my earnings. There are steady months, but right now my assignments are in a slump.

Oh, well. I guess overspending is better than hypersexuality.

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The Varieties of Grief

September 1, 2024

Loss and grief affect us all. If you’re lucky enough that they haven’t yet, they’re coming. You won’t know when or why or how, but they’re unavoidable. There’s no way to prepare for them, either. Loss and grief rock your emotional balance and your mental health.

You’ve no doubt heard of Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’s Five Stages of Death and Dying—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. (Some people say there are seven stages, including the usual five plus shock and guilt.) The stages apply to other kinds of grief besides death and dying.

The thing is, not everyone experiences grief in the same way. You may not experience all five (or seven) of the stages or not in the order they’re usually presented. You might skip anger, for example, or begin with depression. It depends on the type of loss you’re experiencing and your psychological makeup. If you suffer from clinical depression, for example, it’s easy to get stuck in that stage of grieving a loss. If you have anger management issues, you might experience that before you get to denial, or you might skip over bargaining.

Nor is there a time limit on grief. The experts say that six months to a year is a “normal” time for grief to last. Obviously, this is not hard and fast. If it takes you two years or more to return to full functioning, that’s how long it takes. No one should push you to “get over it” in what they consider to be an acceptable length of time (but they probably will).

That said, there is a condition called Prolonged Grief Disorder. When grief lasts for years and interferes with your daily life and functioning, you may be suffering from it. If this is the case, you should consider getting professional help.

Grief enters your life in any number of ways, and not always ones you expect. Here are some of the common and less common ones.

Death

Death is what you usually think of when you consider grief and loss. This is usually the death of a loved one, but it can even be caused by the death of a public figure such as John F. Kennedy or someone you look up to and admire even if they’re not a family member or close friend. Even the death of a beloved pet can lead to very real grief that often is not understood by others.

Loss

There are kinds of loss other than death. If you work at your dream job and the company suddenly goes under or you are let go, you can feel grief and go through the same stages of grief as someone who experiences a death. You might be in denial, for example, or experience a period of bargaining or anger. Losing your home to financial reversals or a natural disaster is another example.

Health

If your health deteriorates severely, you can experience grief or a sense of loss over the things you used to be able to do. If you lose a limb, for example, or are paralyzed by disease or accident, you can feel grief over your new situation and again, denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. Even normal aging and the loss of abilities that often accompany it can cause you grief.

Relationships

The death of a relationship can also cause grief. Whether it’s by divorce, estrangement, or abandonment, you suffer because of the loss. You could obsess over the good times you spent together or be troubled by memories of the relationship when you least expect them, such as when you encounter a reminder of the person.

Ambiguous Grief

Ambiguous grief occurs when the outcome of a situation is unknown. A missing child is an obvious example. You don’t know whether they’re still alive or whether they’ve been abducted and killed. You bounce between hope and despair. You may be angry at God for allowing the situation or at the police for not solving the case quickly. If you have a loved one who is homeless and experiencing a serious brain illness, you may not know where they are or if they’re safe. You imagine the worst. You could blame yourself, even if it’s not logical. Bargaining is one typical response, a case of the “if only’s.”

There are support groups for many kinds of grief, such as for the bereaved, crime victims, or those with a family member in hospice. (This could be called anticipatory grief.) Other kinds of grief, such as grief over the loss of a job, home, or friend, usually don’t have any kind of support group. Friends and family members may try to offer support, but that’s not the same as a group with a mental health professional as a facilitator. Being with other people who have also experienced a particular variety of loss or grief can be a profound relief or lead to healing and acceptance. At the least, it’s a safe, nonjudgmental space where you can process your feelings.

Grief is deeply personal. Although there are commonalities to the experience, there is no one blueprint for grief. What you experience is in some ways unique to your situation. Length and depth of grieving can’t be quantified or predicted.

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Sleeping or Not

August 25, 2024

Sleep is one of the most problematic aspects of bipolar and many other brain illnesses. With bipolar disorder, you tend to sleep too much when you’re depressed and not enough when you’re manic. For adults, the recommended amount of deep, restorative sleep is 7–9 hours. That allows someone to have the proper proportion of REM sleep, which is when you dream and when your brain consolidates memories and experiences.

To this, many of us say, “Hah!”

Right now, I’m torn between the two extremes. I’ve been having mixed episodes, so there are days when I want to stay in bed all day. On other days, I can’t get that restful, uninterrupted sleep. I wake up at around 2:00 a.m. and can’t get back to sleep until at least 6:00. I take a nap in the afternoon, and then can’t get to sleep until around 2:00. Or I’m so exhausted that I go to bed by 8:00 and again wake up at 2:00. Once in a great while I go to bed around 9:00 and wake up in time to see my husband off to work at 5:30. Those are the good days.

It’s true that I’ve had a lot of stress lately. Financial, legal, health, and emotional problems have been piling up for both me and my husband. I read at night after taking my bedtime meds, and I feel sleepy in about half an hour. But when I put down my book and try to sleep, I get racing thoughts about every impending disaster—and there are plenty to choose from. The anti-anxiety med I take does nothing, even if I take a second one (which my doctor allows).

If and when I finally do get to sleep, it’s not restful and restorative. I know that I do enter REM sleep, because I dream. One night recently, every single impending disaster combined into a vision of ultimate dread. It wasn’t just that everything that could go wrong did. They all were over the top, all my fears taken to the extreme with vivid color and sound. Worst of all, I couldn’t talk to my husband about my disturbing dream as I usually do. He was dealing with the same fears and facing the same disasters. It seemed unfair to dump my terrors on him. Although he was involved in the dream, I didn’t want him to think I was blaming him.

Along with the terror dream, I’ve had the normal variety of unpleasant dreams that express frustration or inadequacy—missing a plane, losing a competition—the kind that I can generally shrug off. Now, however, they seem to linger in the back of my brain all day.

There is one thing that helps, but I know I shouldn’t do it. That’s taking a sleeping pill. I don’t currently have a prescription for it, though I did in the past. I stopped taking it when I learned that I slept okay without it. But I still had half a dozen pills and didn’t get rid of them. I thought I might use them if I needed to sleep on a long flight. Instead, I remembered I had them during the current series of crises. And they work. But I have to dole them out carefully. I don’t see my psychiatrist until next month, and he doesn’t prescribe over the phone. I tried to make an appointment to see him earlier, but I don’t have transportation on the days he sees clients.

My best bet at this point is to hope that some of the crises resolve before my appointment and I don’t need the sleeping pill anymore. There’s a chance that some of them will, but then again, they may not resolve in our favor. It looks like more hamster brain for me.

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