About ​The Bipolar Writer – Part Three

I wanted to share the first chapter of my Memoir. I have decided that I am going to try and go down the traditional route from now until my birthday. If by then I have not found an agent I will self-publish (my birthday is in April.) This a long chapter, so I will be dividing it up into a three-part series. This is part three.

Here is part one.

Here is part two.

Part Three – An Origins Story

 That feeling of darkness would become a familiar part of my life in the coming years. I had taken an introductory psychology class in my junior year of high school. I knew at some level what depression does to a person, and what it can do. My knowledge was only at the textbook level, and truthfully I was in denial that something was wrong. I even thought that it was possible that I was Bipolar at one point as a teen, but I laughed it off as something that people do after taking a class in psychology. Self-diagnosing is never a good thing I shook it off as a ludicrous idea. I continued to struggle. 

It was almost a year after graduating from high school that I was able to break out of my first depression cycle. I started working for my dad part time, and later I found my first job. Things got better after securing my first job. I was an adult finally, and there was so much to look forward to in my life. But my journey and its beginning is not a happy one as I would learn. 

Between my first job and my first suicide attempt was the first time that my manic side was at its most evident. In the past, my mania was mostly being overly productive and spending days at a time without sleep. My thoughts would race but I would find comfort in staying busy. The manic episodes of my life are still hard to write about because I have never fully understood my mania. I could always deal better when I am manic. The signs were there that I was Bipolar and it is no wonder my diagnosis became Bipolar One.

My manic episodes are exciting to look back on because I had no idea they were symptoms. My mania would last for days. I would go four or five days with no sleep. My energy levels would go through the roof to a point where I would go for walks or drive for hours. I had too much energy to sit still. I would feel restless the less sleep I would get, but it didn’t bother me. I could drive four hours in any direction and then go right back without pause.

I would take unwarranted risks like driving down the highway at 2 am at 100 miles an hour in my car. It gave me more energy the more reckless my behavior became, and it was a great feeling to “feel real” for the first time in my life. It was a lie because it was just the mania taking me over. I didn’t have to hide who I was in a manic episode so it never really registered as an issue like depression has over my life.

One of the worst parts of my manic episodes during the early years was the excessive spending sprees. Some of my worst events featured me spending hundreds of dollars in one store on electronics and DVD’s only to pay as much in a different store on the same day. I would spend every dollar I had and then ask others like my family for money. I had no regard for money and savings. I ran up every single one of my credit cards when I was manic because it helped me “get through” not sleeping. I had no idea that these behaviors were terrible for me, looking back at the moment can you blame me?

I can see the mixed episodes before my diagnosis as some of the worst parts of myself. There were still days where I did nothing but lay in bed, and then go on a reckless spending spree the next day. It became so bad at one point that I had to take time off from work for six months just to keep myself from going so far into debt. I didn’t know which way was up. I talked fast all the time. When I was in a manic episode, my thoughts were often jumbled and incoherent. My mind would be racing at a million miles a minute. I was quick to anger and reckless behavior.

It came to a point in my adult life where in May of 2006 I walked into my boss’ office one morning and quit my job. It was sudden. My family had their reservations about my someone leaving their job in that manner.

It had a deeper meaning that no one saw at the time. They had no idea the dark thoughts that were going through my mind. It was the start of what would become my long journey but I was not quite there yet. It was over a year and half of not working and pretending that I was looking for a job. The reality was that most days I could not find the strength to leave my bed. The darkness of depression was looming over my life and I was on a collision course with reality. 

I know looking back that there were many signs that I should have gotten help, but life is never so black and white. Thinking about that time in my life I was young, and there was a real stigma about mental illness that it was “bad” or “outside of the social norm” to have a mental illness.  It played a part in why I never sought help until it was too late, but in truth that is an excuse. There was enough information out there for teenagers dealing my depression, but I being in denial that there was something wrong was just easier to deal with in my head.

On a cold night in November 2007, my life changed forever.

Always Keep Fighting

Here is part one.

Here is part two.

James

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12 Replies to “About ​The Bipolar Writer – Part Three”

  1. I can really relate with you about the stigma of mental illness and not seeking help when we need it. I was dealing with OCD, social anxiety, and depression during my high school years 14-17 but never sought treatment because of stigma and being in denial. I didn’t seek proper help with med’s and therapy until I was 19. When I had a break down and couldn’t cope anymore. Thanks for sharing your story.

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  2. Thanks for sharing. Yes the stigma is real in our culture around mental illness. People see a movie like A Beautiful Mind and it colors their view of things. Also so many villains are portrayed as mentally ill people and the school shootings don’t help either. People often choose fear over understanding.

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    1. That is a major issue that I want to change. People too much in country associate mass shootings with mental illness. Even if these people have mental illnesses, it doesn’t represent the larger community.

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      1. Most mass shooters do not even have a mental illness. Unfortunately, the press and opportunistic politicians like to bang on about mental health care preventing mass shootings. The reality is that some people decide to kill other human beings because they are shitty people. Mental illness doesn’t make someone shitty or a killer.

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  3. Your story sounds soooo familiar…wish you the best with publication. It’s a story that should be heard (and read).

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