I fell off the world about 2 months ago. I could feel it coming - my brain had gone all "kerwhacketty" and all of the things that I have learned to do to halt the slide were not working. The list includes prayer, new projects in the house or garden, spending quality time with family, seeing my doctor...and on and on. My family referred to me as "Bungee Cord Mom". One minute I was crying and the next I was racing around like a banshee with more energy than I knew what to do with.
I became suicidal.
I wound up in a psychiatric ward for a week.
I am still seeing that psychiatrist. Weekly.
I feel like a giant human Chemistry Experiment.
The medications are being adjusted each week depending on what is happening:: "Let's give you something to regulate your moods - that is the first priority." "Your manic side is breaking through - that is cause for alarm" - "We need to add more anxiety medication, lets' add a new medication to those you already take and increase the dosage of the others."- "You aren't sleeping, that needs to be addressed."
Yes, after years of being treated for Major Depressive Disorder I have been "rediagnosed" with Bipolar Disorder...
At least it can be treated and in another month or so I should no longer be Broken.