Cleaning Day

29 Aug

Well Sunday is finally here, two more days until school starts, two more days until my dreams have been realized. But for the time being I am going to spend the day cleaning my apartment, reorganizing my thoughts and preparing for the future.

I know the last week has been slow and that I have not posted as much, but I have been mentally, emotionally and physically drained from my school’s orientation and the transition my life is going through. However, I am going start posting regularly again, this week, as this has been a great way for me to understand my mind and keep my sanity.

Hopefully everyone is doing well,

Dave.

I think Eminem’s new song perfectly sums up my current thoughts:

Manic Depressive Illness- When the Past Comes Back to Haunt You

24 Aug

Well I’ve made it through my first day of orientation. 7 hours of non-stop information, writing tests and panels; I felt like I was back in high school again (I know I shouldn’t be so negative, I mean I am in school again so that is a positive). But things did not start off well. Walking into the introductory classroom, a familiar face caught my eye. At first I thought it was  a coincidence, that my mind was just making things up, but when he introduced himself to the group I realized he was somebody from my past life (the one filled with drugs and alcohol, hotel work and union fights). My mind flooded with fear, paranoia, feelings of self-hate and I became nauseous. Never mind the fact that I had little contact with this man when I was working for the union- his connection to my past plunged me into a panic. It was if I was back to the days before I was diagnosed with Manic Depressive Illness when I hated myself and did not understand why my mind seemed to be attacking me (for the longest time I was convinced my mind was trying to mess with me, as if it had a life of its own and its ultimate goal was to shatter my sanity. It sounds crazy, but when you are in the midst of rapid cycling mental states it makes sense).

As always I thought the worst and began to doubt myself- my acceptance to graduate school, the fact that I had been sober for well over a year and that my life had completely turned around. I had to talk to somebody as I was fast becoming a nervous wreck and I really did not want to make a scene, especially where I had just met these people.

So I texted my parents, they were the only people I knew who could calm me down. After a few minutes of frantic texts, voice-mails and reassurance (*A good tip is that if you are going through a panic attack, a lot of times being reassured by someone close to you can help to reduce said attack. Trust me it works) I started to regain my grip on reality. Although I was a bit off the rest of the day and I was unable to successfully complete the required writing test, I avoided a major meltdown. Plus, when I got home my kitten Domino came rushing up to me, wondering where I had been and why I was not playing with him.

It amazes me that the mental wounds are still there. That just one person from my past could rip them open and cause me to spin out of control. But I guess even with therapy and meds, your mind is never completely fixed. Right now I am in my negative state, where I believe that I will always be crazy, no matter how many meds or how many hours of therapy I go to.

So on that positive note I leave you with this quote by Finnish author Henrik Tikkanen:

“Truly great madness cannot be achieved without significant intelligence.”

Dave.

Manic Depressive Illness- Orientation and Paranoia

23 Aug

Sorry for the lack of posts the last few days, but I am preparing myself mentally for the beginning of school (playing lots of videos games and watching hours upon hours of TV), so my mind has been all over the place causing me to loose my creative juices and motivation to write. This week I am going to be participating in my school’s orientation. Three days of meeting new people which drives my paranoia and agoraphobia crazy (my manic depressive illness does not really play a part in this episode), making me want to barricade myself inside the apartment and pretend that the world outside does not exist. That would make everything a bit easier. Sit in front of my TV, turn my brain off, and vegetate until I get cramps in my legs due to long hours of sitting. But then again what would that prove? Would that make me a pessimistic hermit, who fears society and contact with humans? Maybe.

So I am toying with the idea that I actually have to communicate with people outside of my head (I know that sounds crazy, but sometimes I feel solace in the lonely conversations that I have with myself. At least I know I will not disappoint myself). Further, the beginning of school means that I no longer can waste hours upon hours upon hours of my life doing nothing. I actually have to be productive, which is not not very hard once I become obsessed with school, but at the moment I would rather complain.

There you have it, the internal struggle my mind is going through and the reason why words have been lacking on this blog. Hopefully I will be able to get through this paranoid episode and resume a consistent writing schedule. For now I leave you with this, a picture version of my paranoid feelings:


Dave.

Life with Domino (A Week In Pictures)

20 Aug

It has been exactly one week since I adopted Domino and what a week it has been. Besides helping my parent’s with their fish tank, I have never taken care of an animal, so bringing a 15 week old kitten into my life has proven to be both fun and interesting. Domino has quickly become a large part of my life, as he has helped me get through my various mental episodes( and the fact that I am now living by myself). When I was depressed, he would bound into the room, meow a couple of times and jump onto my lap wanting to play. When I was manic, he would follow me around the room, watching as I did various activities. He has brought a lot of joy into my life and as such, I wanted to bring you into his world, via pictures:

This is the first day, he found one of his new toys and started to play

A couple of hours after Domino had arrived at my apartment, he was so tired that he fell asleep in my arms.

Done with sleeping, Domino decided it was time to hunt for food, he found his prey: My Chair!

Mad that I was playing video games instead of paying attention to him, Domino decided it was time to take my controller...

This was taken a few days later, when I finally got my internet running. This began Domino's fascination in my computers...

Wanting to help me out with my blogging, Domino decided it was time for action, or at least a need for some attention...

Domino decided it was time to transform into a new persona: Laptop Kitty!!

Soon, however, he grew tired from all of the action and decided that it was time to nap, and prove that the laptop was really his...

Domino found the best way to get my attention was to place himself ontop of my PS3, it worked...

Well that was Domino’s week in pictures. It has been an interesting week for him as he has turned my apartment into his home. Currently he is sleeping on the keyboard of my other computer, saving up his energy for our next game of catch (yes, Domino can play catch).

Well I hope your Friday is going well,

Dave.

Manic Depressive Illness- Does Normal Really Exist?

19 Aug

I am currently going through one of my “Am I Crazy” phases, which usually occurs during a manic episode when I question my mental state.  Well I am very manic at the moment. I’ve only had one cup of coffee, but my thoughts are blurring, my sweat glands are pouring and I am very antsy. I cannot think straight, as the only thought buzzing around in my head is that I am faking my mental disorder. Ever since I was diagnosed with Manic Depressive Illness I have struggled with accepting the diagnosis, at times questioning if my PsyDoc and Therapist were correct.

I have reason to question the diagnosis- for the first half of my life I was labeled with Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder. Over a decade of my life was spent in therapy to deal with my ADHD and there was never an inkling that I might be Manic-Depressive. In fact, I was the one who recognized the symptoms, not my therapist. She just considered me a mix of ADHD, OCD and agoraphobia. So after doing personal research and conferring with my GP, I decided to go see a PsyDoc to be “diagnosed.” I already knew the diagnosis, what I didn’t know was that I was considered “un-categorized” because I did not fit into the text book version of Manic-Depression. I have written a few posts on this subject so I will get back to the original topic at hand- Am I crazy…

When I am manic I am convinced that I have made everything up. When I’m depressed I hold onto the Manic-Depressive diagnosis like a baby holds onto their favorite blanket. But when I am going through a mixed episode I tend to fluctuate between acceptance of my diagnosis and the knowledge that my head is fucked up. It’s frustrating because my mind tends to fluctuate rapidly, causing me to always question my sanity.

So when I ask the question, Does Normal Really Exist, it is my mind’s way of trying to understand its current state. I have made great progress, in fact I know longer see a therapist, but it would seem that I am always doubting the label that has been placed on my head.

Am I crazy?

The fact that I refer to my brain as a living entity sometimes scares me into thinking that I am just living a delusional fantasy.

Today’s post is going to be short due to my mental anguish and inability to concentrate. Coupled with the heat, my stress, my hunger, the paranoia and mania, I need to find something to keep my mind busy.

Till next time,

Dave.

Manic Depressive Illness- The Obsession to Buy

18 Aug

Whenever I am manic, I usually become overwhelmed by the need to buy “things.” If you spent some time looking around my apartment, you would find hundreds of DVDs, countless video games, tons of unread books and a sizable watch collection. Most of these “things” were unnecessary buys, that I purchased during a manic episode. This might not seem problematic as most humans love to shop for worthless shit. However, when dealing with someone who suffers from Manic-Depressive  Illness, the compulsion to buy can be seen as a major issue, because it is being utilized as a way to mask an underlying problem.

As I stated above, my apartment is filled  with tons of things I purchased during manic episodes (however, everything is organized, because I am obsessed with how things look, I guess this could be seen as an off-shoot of OCD, another one of my many “problems”). At times it became almost impossible to stop the urge to buy. It’s very similar to the drug addict who spends every waking hour planning their next fix; the world surrounding them fades away and the fix (in my case, the need to buy) becomes the focal point of their existence.

For example, when I woke up this morning I was a bit manic. I felt positive, unlike the previous days when my only thought was to close the blinds and sink away into a dark depression. I quickly cleaned up my room, made breakfast and turned my computer on. The positive feelings continued to grow as an aura of happiness engulfed my mind. I should have realized that a massive manic episode was beginning, instead I continued to drink my coffee and surf the net. About 30 minutes later, I had the urge to look up video games for my PlayStation. My mind started to race, as I thought of different ways in which to purchase a new game with my non-existent budget. Maybe I could trade in a few games, or maybe I could use my credit card, or maybe I could spend the cash in my wallet instead of using it for food.

I was determined to find a way to buy a new video game.

The phone rang, which caused my paranoia to sky rocket. It was my mom. She wanted to talk, but I was busy looking for stuff to buy. So I put her on speakerphone and continued my search. Her voice was grating at me and I started to panic. Maybe she would find out I was spending money I did not have or question  why I was acting so weird. I tried to get her off the phone, but she continued on. The paranoia that I was feeling, soon manifested into full blown mania and the urge to buy became unbearable.

Finally, my mom got off the phone and I resumed my search. However, my mental state began to change again and I soon leveled out (as I stated in yesterday’s post I suffer from rapid cycling, which means I can experience varying episodes over a short period of time). I had dogged another manic bullet and my need to buy subsided. As such, I turned on my laptop and started to blog.

Although, I stopped myself from buying random shit, other times I would have given into the urge. This is a serious issue that if not controlled could manifest itself into other problems (i.e. gambling, drug abuse…) and cause a lot of damage.

I am not out of the woods yet as I still have an entire day to give in. However,  I realize that I am teetering on the edge of mania, which helps me in my current mental battle. I am two hours late in taking my medication, so I need to end this post…

Stay Strong,

Dave.

Manic Depressive Illness- When Depression and Mania Strikes

17 Aug

As you might have noticed, I’ve been absent from regular posting the last few days. The reason, is that I spent the last week moving from my parent’s house to my own apartment. At this very moment I have been living by myself (well almost by myself, because there is a 4 month old kitten who is my roommate)  for almost a 5 days. This would seem to be a very positive event in my life, however, it has caused my Manic-Depressive Illness to go crazy…

The first night alone was fine, as I had spent the entire day unpacking and setting up my new apartment. By the time I went to bed I was overcome by exhaustion and the need to sleep.

When I woke up it was a different story.

The notion that I was no longer living with my parents started to set in. I was afraid and paranoid. My thoughts began to race and my emotional state began to fluctuate. What made this problem even worse, was that I knew what was causing the fluctuation- I was emotionally and physically drained from the move. Because of this, I was susceptible to varying manic-depressive episodes.

To put it bluntly, the past four days have been a living hell. I have been fluctuating between deep depression and extreme mania, causing me doubt myself and break down in tears. Yesterday exemplified the mental roller coaster I was experiencing. I woke up very sluggish. I had no motivation to do anything. Eating, cleaning and fixing up my apartment was far from my mind. Instead of making breakfast, I fell into my chair, turned on the TV and zoned out. An hour later, however, my mental state changed and I had the urge to open boxes and clean up my plates. I jumped up from the chair, turned off the TV and stormed into my kitchen. For the next hour and half I cleaned, and scrubbed and organized my mess. I made sure that everything was in its place and that the floor was spotless. I even remembered to take my meds on time.

I thought that my depression was over.

I was so confident in my positive state that I decided to leave the apartment and search for food. I was successful and returned home about two hours later. Well, my mind decided it was time fuck with me. My mental state crashed and I spiraled into deep depression. I started to wonder why I had left my parent’s house to go back to school. I started to think that I did not belong in seminary and that the only reason why I was here was because the school felt sorry for me. Tears began to collect in my eyes as my mind continued to attack me. I saw no way out of this misery. But then the depression broke and my mental state fluctuated again.

Forgive me if the previous paragraphs are bit jumbled. What I am trying to do is show you what happens when you suffer from rapid cycling. Instead of experiencing long periods of depression/or mania, you could go through multiple episodes in a single day. Sometimes, my mental state could fluctuate from depression, to mania, to depression, to hypo-mania back to depression, to a mixed episode, in a span 30 minutes. Other days, I could experience a state of mental balance, allowing me a bit of freedom from my manic-depression. Unfortunately, that is the problem with rapid cycling; it is very unpredictable and mentally draining. Couple that with the fact that I still do not know what triggers my episodes and you can see why it has been a struggle the last four days.

What I have realized is that major change (i.e. moving) can exacerbate manic-depression and if you are not ready, it can fucking hurt. The only thing that has kept me going is Domino, my four month old kitty. He has been very helpful  when I felt down.

Well I hope you are all doing well.

Stay Strong,

Dave.

A Quick Update

16 Aug

Well I finally was able to get the internet to work, so I am planning on resuming my posting later today.

I hope everyone is doing well,

Dave.

P.s Since my absence from blogging I have received 241 spam comments, does anyone know of a good spam blocking software?

Meet Domino

14 Aug

Photobucket Pictures, Images and Photos

He is 15 weeks old and is my new roomate, we just met this morning but we are already best friends!

Hopefully I will be able to get more pictures up, but at the moment the Internet is not working in my new apartment so I’ve had to resort to using my iPhone, which has been a monumental struggle.

The batteries are about to die on my phone and Domino wants to play.

I hope your weekend is going well,

Dave.

Moving Day

13 Aug

Today is my moving day. I will update you all more tomorrow.

Have a great Friday!

Dave.

Manic Depressive Illness- Achieving My Goal

12 Aug

I have finally made it. There is only one day left until I move. One day until I am independent and prove all of my detractors wrong. Tomorrow I will finally move out of my parent’s house and start my new life. It has been a hard road, one that has tested my strength and confidence. But I have triumphed, surpassing even my own expectations. When I was first diagnosed with Manic Depressive Illness, I doubted that I would ever be able to live on my own. For awhile I thought my life was over. I was extremely harsh on myself, without realizing that the diagnosis was just an affirmation of what I already knew- my mind was not normal. But that was the problem, I had no confidence in myself.

It took over a year of hard work, medication, therapy and support from my family to realize my own potential. If you had told me a year ago that I would be moving out of my parent’s home while also enrolling in a master’s program, I would have shook my head, laughed and walked away….

As I said I am still amazed at how far I have come. So today I am going to spend my time packing up my old life and transporting it to the moving truck. 12 years worth of living wiped away in less than six hours. But the more I think about  it, the more I realize it is a necessary change.

Well that about sums up everything I need to say. Till next time.

Stay Strong!

Dave.

Lady Gaga Gives Recovering Addicts a Bad Name

11 Aug

It has been awhile since I have written about addiction and recovery and as such, I decided it was time to put together a post on the subject. After spending a couple of minutes surfing the net, I stumbled upon a fascinating article about Lady Gaga and her cocaine use. I was intrigued. When I expanded my search, I began to realize that this was a controversial subject, that was evolving into a major debate on the internet. It wasn’t because Lady Gaga was taking cocaine, but rather it was the fact that she claimed she was an “occasional” user, even though she had battled drug addiction earlier in life. In an interview with Vanity Fair, Lady Gaga talked about her drug use and her refusal to go to rehab :

‘I was completely mental and had just been through so much…” Instead of rehab, though, when disaster struck, Gaga “went home.” ‘All I will say is I hit rock bottom, and it was enough to send a person over the edge…”

So you would think, that somebody who has experienced drug addiction and the hell that comes with it, would quit all together. But that was not the case. It soon came out that Lady Gaga was an “occasional” cocaine user, who claimed that she only did it a couple of times a year. This is where the story becomes very interesting. Boy George, the androgynous singer of the 80′s, came out with a  ferocious attack on Lady Gaga blaming her for being a bad influence on her fans. Daily Mail, a British tabloid newspaper, published a detailed article on the Boy George argument:

Former drug addict Boy George has hit out at Lady Gaga over her recent confession to Vanity Fair that she is an ‘occasional’ coke sniffer.

In a ranting blog on Paper magazine’s website, the 80s icon preaches that Gaga should only have admitted her habit if she were about to ‘be exposed as a drug user’, and questions her reasons for coming forward.

‘Why offer up this information on a whim? Could it be that her use of coke is not so “occasional?”‘ he asks.

‘As a recovering addict who knows how dangerous “occasional” use is, I can think of no reason for Gaga to reveal this to her young audience.’

The Paparazzi singer gave a frank interview to Vanity Fair, telling the magazine, ‘I won’t lie; it’s occasional. And when I say occasional, I mean maybe a couple of times a year.’

She warned her young fans not to copy her, saying, ‘I do not want my fans to ever emulate that or be that way.

‘I don’t want my fans to think they have to be that way to be great. It’s in the past. It was a low point, and it led to disaster.

But nevertheless her admission has been slammed by not only Boy George, but health professionals, who say impressionable fans may follow her lead.

Dr Alex Yellowlees, Medical Director and Consultant Psychiatrist at the Priory Hospital Glasgow, told the BBC: ‘Cocaine has a more refined image than other drugs because it is often seen to being taken by glamorous celebrities.

‘But the more accepted it is as ‘normal’ the more people could try it who are susceptible to developing problems or addictions.

Drug use has a wide ranging negative effect on the human body.’

The Culture Club singer, 49, even let his mother Dina to weigh in on the subject, who said: ‘She’s reached the stage where she feels untouchable, you all get there – you did, son.’

George certainly knows how to stir up trouble, and went on to say: ‘One has to wonder how much of a grip Gaga has on things.

‘Up until now she has seemed almost annoyingly professional and focused and this seems out of character!

Although some might claim that Boy George is using this as a way in which to garner more attention for himself, I disagree. Boy George is right. Lady Gaga should not have talked about her “occasional” cocaine use in a national magazine. Not only is it hurtful to her young fans, but it sends out the wrong message to recovering addicts who have worked hard to break free from their addictions. Her statements are no different than the alcoholic, who claims to only drink during parties. The fact is, they are still alcoholics.

Having been an addict myself, I find it appalling she could take such nonchalant stance on drug use. She is using this as shock value to sell more records, without realizing the negative impact her words are having on people. However, there is another point that must be addressed. In her Vanity Fair article she claims that she never went to rehab, instead she just went home, and everything worked out for the best. I call bullshit on this. You can’t magically wave a wand and make addiction go away. It’s a serious disease that needs to be addressed. This was just as hurtful to the recovery process as Amy Winehouse’s rehab song, when she sung about refusing to go to rehab, making it cool to rebel. It might sell records but at the same time, it fucks over people’s lives.

As I stated previously, I am a recovering addict, and I take this subject seriously. It has not been easy to stay sober, as I have battled numerous ups and downs leading me closer to relapse. However, I have been able to conquer my demons and take hold of my addictions. But in doing so, I have realized that I can never drink alcohol again, I can never smoke weed again and I can never take pain medication, again. That means “occasional” use is out of the question, because I know the moment I take another pill, smoke another bowl or drink another drink I will spiral out of control destroying the progress I have made.

Addiction is not something to take lightly.

Dave.

Manic Depressive Illness- When Stress Exacerbates Mental Illness

10 Aug

Stress is my biggest trigger and this week has been filled with stress. As I mentioned in previous posts, I am going to be moving this Friday, which is causing me a lot of mental anguish. Not only am I scared about moving, I’m stressed about packing, paranoid about meeting new people and frustrated that the week is going slow. Combine all of that with my Manic Depressive Illness and you have a very volatile mix of mental problems. Right now, the only thing keeping me together is my medication, which  I have had to increase the last few days (rest of post after picture).

Today has been a prime example of the impact stress could have on mental illness. Waking up this morning, I was mentally drained. It wasn’t dark outside, so I couldn’t blame the weather for my emotions. Instead, I was left with a cloud of doubt surrounding my mind. I fixed my bed, used the restroom and made my way to the kitchen. My mom greeted me, but I tried to ignore her. Her voice sounded distant and I mumbled a response. Grabbing a banana, I shuffled towards the back of the house where my computer was located, turned it on and forgot what I was doing. I stared blankly at the monitor, frustrated that my mind was drawing a blank. Eventually I gave up.

Most of my morning proved to be an un-eventful experience. But I had this nagging feeling in the back of my mind. The mental drain I had felt when I first woke up, started to evolve into sadness, which in turn evolved into depression and hopelessness. Again,  I was surprised it was not raining outside, as the darkness usually triggers these feelings.

I had one task for the day, take my car to get washed, but I didn’t want to leave the house. The depression that I was currently in triggered my agoraphobia (I was diagnosed with agoraphobia when I was 19. Zoloft has helped to reduce those feelings) and I began thinking of ways to keep myself locked up in the house. I did not want to leave. There were people out there I did not know and if I went to the car-wash, I might have to talk to someone, which means I might make a fool of myself, which means my depression would increase, which means I would  be a fucking mess the rest of the day. These thoughts rattled around in my head, until I remember I had forgotten to take my medication.

After taking my meds, I jumped into my car and drove off. Depression reared its ugly head again as I started to cry for no reason. I felt hopeless. I felt scared and I had no clue why. But, as with most of my episodes (I suffer from rapid cycling), it began to evolve into mania. When I finally reached the car-wash, I was in a great mood and enjoyed my time outside…

Well that was my day. It’s only 2:00pm and I am already sleepy, trying to keep my mind going as I write this post. What I presented to you is a perfect example of what stress does to my mind. As I stated in the beginning, stress is one of my biggest triggers. Not only do I have a hard time sleeping, during which I usually think about my death and the fact that I will not longer exist, but I also experience rapid cycling. My manic depression increases, my OCD grows and my agoraphobia becomes unbearable. I have only been out of the house 3 times since the middle of last week.

To be honest, this has been one fucked up week.

But I am still going. Within the next month I will be starting my master’s program in religion, I will be adopting a cat and hopefully I will start up my creative writing again. For now I am stuck with my thoughts, which are driving me crazy.

I hope your week is going well,

Dave.

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