What Recovery Looks Like

shutterstock_578764816I say I am in recovery, but what does that look like?  Recovery takes work.  I still have good days and bad days.  I still struggle with sleep and sometimes don’t feel like getting out of bed in the morning.  I still have some anxiety and mild depression.  I still have slight mood swings.  On those days when I’ve gotten very little sleep, I try to sleep in and go into work a little later or work from home.  I am lucky that my boss is cool with that.  I’ve been open with him about my illness and he knows that I will get my work done.  I will put in extra hours if needed to make up my time, but I put my health first.  I don’t push myself because I know that can trigger an episode.  I know my triggers and I’ve learned what I need to do to stay on track.

I take my medications religiously.  I’ve been on the same antidepressant and antipsychotic for the past 4 years.  My psychiatrist had me take a DNA test to see what meds work best for me and it has been a lifesaver.  I have very few side effects from my meds and they help control the majority of my symptoms.  I don’t rely solely on my meds though. I take a lot of supplements.  Currently I am taking a multivitamin, vitamins D and C, a B complex, fish oil, magnesium citrate, 5htp, and l-methylfolate.  I feel like an old lady when I break out all of my pills after with dinner.  L-methylfolate has been a game changer for me.  It helped relieve the lingering depression and fatigue.  If any of you are taking an antidepressant, but still struggling with these symptoms, I encourage you to try it.  The brand name is Deplin.

I also watch what I put into my body.  I drink very little caffeine.  Cutting out coffee has helped my fatigue tremendously.  I’ve found that keeping my blood sugar balanced helps balance my moods and energy.  Coffee made my blood sugar drop which made me hungry and cranky.  Too much caffeine also increased my anxiety and insomnia.  If you are struggling with anxiety, depression, or insomnia I encourage you to ditch your cup of joe.  The benefits are totally worth it and if you find the right decaf, it is not so bad.  I’ve recently given up alcohol as well.  I haven’t had wine in seven months and I stopped drinking beer six weeks ago.  Alcohol makes me bitchy and drowsy.  I’ve learned that it is not a good idea to mix booze with meds.  It affects my mood significantly.  It might be fun for a few hours, but the effect it has on my emotional well being is just not worth it to me. I’ve found that I can still have fun without it and I’d rather be sober and completely alert than drunk, tired, and moody.

As far as nutrition goes, I try to watch my sugar intake which is tricky for me since I have a sweet tooth.  Instead of reaching for a cookie or candy bar, I’ve been eating fruit.  My favorites are strawberries, cantaloupe, and grapes.  I do still have the occasional dessert, but I don’t do it on a daily basis anymore.  Most of our dinners are paleo, basically meat and vegetables.  I find that eating this way helps keep my blood sugar in check which balances my moods and energy.  I am getting ready to start a strict paleo diet for three months called Whole30.  No gluten, grains, dairy, legumes, sugar, or processed foods.  My husband and I have done it before, but for only 30 days.  We are doing it longer this time with hope that it will help my fertility issues.  It is not an easy diet to follow, but we are motivated to stick to it.

I also see my therapist every 2-3 weeks just to check in to see how I am doing.  I’ve found that it is difficult for me to assess how I am doing sometimes, especially when I am in the middle of an episode.  My therapist can help me see things that I may not notice day to day and uncover areas that need some work.  When I find myself feeling anxious, I do breathing exercises, a guided meditation, or use my HearthMath monitor to calm myself down.  This usually helps me sleep.  I’ve recently started taking yoga which is also great for relaxation.  I am also in the process of writing a book about my illness and recovery.  This is exciting for me and has given me something positive to focus on.  Working on the book and writing in this blog is a passion of mine and is definitely therapeutic.  My goal is to help others recover and feel less alone as well as fight stigma.

I am by no means perfect.  Recovery is a process and I will be working at it for the rest of my life.  I still stumble and sometimes fall, but I get up, dust myself off, and keep going.


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So when did it all begin?  Well I was a fussy baby and very sensitive from the start.  I had severe separation anxiety, so much that my mom quit her job and started working at my daycare center.  I was so sensitive that my mom had to literally drag me to first grade sometimes because I thought my teacher was mean.  If I didn’t get my way I would throw tantrums, like the time I threw my best friend’s jelly shoes at her because she wouldn’t let me wear them.  I was a moody little shit sometimes and always a little anxious, but nothing to be overly concerned with.  I didn’t say much because I was super shy and still am somewhat to this day.  It is easier for me to type my thoughts and feelings than it is to talk about them.


My first major depressive episode started my senior year in high school as my parents were getting divorced.  It hit me like a ton of bricks and by the end of my senior year my dad was living over four hours away and I wasn’t speaking to my mother.  It felt like I lost my family overnight.  Then I tried to go to college near my dad, but I hated being so far away from my friends and boyfriend.   I felt completely alone on campus.  I cried my eyes out when my boyfriend and dad left me there.  I only lasted a week.  I went back to my hometown and stayed at my boyfriend’s parents’ for a few months.  I still struggled even though I was back home.  My boyfriend worked a lot so on the weekends I would spend hours in bed watching tv.  I stopped hanging out with my friends and often found myself crying for no reason.  When I would visit my dad, I would stay up late by myself crying because it felt so strange not having my family together.  Holidays were the worst.  I dreaded them.  The first year out of high school was painful, but I never thought about seeing a doctor.  I never thought that there was something wrong with me, but clearly there was.


I struggled with my self esteem in college. I went on birth control which gave me some small broken capillaries on my legs which I thought was the end of the world.  I obsessed about them constantly.  I would hide my legs, wearing long pants even in the summer.  I was convinced I was ugly, stupid, and worthless.  I never spoke up in class for fear of what others would think.  I was so distracted with my negative self talk that I had a hard time focusing on school work.  I still got decent grades, but I am sure I could have done better if I wasn’t dealing with such nonsense in my head.  I had a difficult time picking a major because I was convinced that I was too stupid to do anything.  I settled ironically on Psychology because I was interested in it and the bachelors of arts didn’t require much math or science.  Even though I studied mental health, for some reason it didn’t click that I was mentally ill.  I did very well in my classes and I knew all of the signs or symptoms, but it never occurred to me that I needed help.
It all came to a head as graduation approached.  I had to figure what I was going to do to make a living.  Since I felt like I was an idiot, I didn’t know what I was going to do.  I interviewed for jobs in my field and was offered one to work in a group home for children with emotional and behavioral problems, but I turned it down because I didn’t feel like I was emotionally equipped to handle it.  The stress of looking for a job took it’s toll on me.  My immune system was affected and I ended up at the doctor twice in one month with swollen glands.  The doctor thought I might have Hodgkin’s Lymphoma which of course made me freak out even more.  It ended up being a virus that caused me to breakout with canker sores in my mouth and throat.  It was extremely painful I could hardly eat for days.  My anxiety was at an all time high and I ended up seeing my doctor about it.  She asked me if I had typical symptoms of anxiety and depression and I think I said yes to every single one on the list.  I was crying hysterically. I did not want to admit that there was something wrong.  At this point I was very good at pretending everything was fine.  I was a great actress.  I had been clinically depressed for five years and I don’t think anyone around me knew.  I didn’t want to admit it to myself and for some reason I felt like I would be letting my dad down.  My doctor prescribed an antidepressant and I started feeling better a couple weeks later.  It kicked in when I went to Florida to visit my mom and stepdad.  I was like turning on a light switch.  Oh, this is what life is supposed to me like!  It made me realize just how sick I was.  I felt like a kid again.  Every experience felt like it was happening for the first time.  I was in love with life and for the first time truly happy.  I didn’t know it at the time, but I was probably experiencing a little euphoric mania induced by the antidepressant.



All of us have our ways we try to escape from our problems.  Some do this more often than others, but I feel most people can relate to this in some way.  My escaping techniques or ways I’ve numbed my feelings have included smoking, drinking, eating, spending, love, work, and social media.  For others it is television, role playing games, gambling, or drugs.  No matter what it is, we use it as a way to avoid feeling uncomfortable emotions or disconnect from reality.  It is a way to anesthetize, a distraction, a temporary exit from life’s problems.  When you are trying to escape from depression, things can get out of control.  Addictions and mental illness go hand and hand.

As I child I turned to food for comfort.  Junk food became my friend when I was lonely or sad.  I would overeat when I was alone and bored.  I would plow through a bag of Doritos while I watched tv.  I would eat huge bowls of sugary cereal and boxes of cookies or cupcakes.  When I was dealing with anxiety and not able to sleep as an adult, I would eat loads of cookies or granola bars.  I would make special trips to the convenience store for sweets or a fast food drive-thru and eat secretly in my car.  I would obsess over food.  I would wake up thinking about what my next meal would be.  I was eating my feelings and I still struggle with it somewhat today.  If I try to restrict myself too much, I end up bingeing on unhealthy foods.  At the end of a strict diet last year, I went straight to a fast food restaurant for a hamburger and fries then to the gas station for packaged cupcakes.  I would pay for this junk food with a credit card that my husband didn’t know about because I was ashamed of what I was doing.  I would feel incredibly guilty after a binge and beat myself up over it.  I was a certified health coach who clearly didn’t have my diet under control.  These unhealthy habits increased when I tried to quit one of my other addictions like smoking.  I was trading one for the other.

I started smoking when I was in high school, but I never really considered myself addicted to it.  I didn’t smoke every day.  I mostly did it when I drank alcohol.  That all changed after my first psychotic episode.  I became severely addicted to it.  I smoked up to a pack a day when I was dealing with high stress and anxiety.  My life revolved around it.  All I could think about was my next cigarette.  Chad hates it so I would hide it from him.  I was constantly sneaking around and feeling guilty.  I finally decided to quit this year when I was told it could be affecting my fertility.  It took a couple tries, but I can thankfully now say that I have been off smokes for the last month.  Trying desperately to keep it up while not letting myself eat everything in sight.

In my twenties it was drinking and love.  I was a weekend warrior.  I would binge drink every weekend night.  When I was single, my nights were spent in downtown drinking up to 10 vodka and sodas a night along with a couple shots of liquor.  I would often leave the bar with strangers and stay up all night partying.  Needless to say I put myself in some seriously risky situations.  During one of these drunken nights, I met a man 12 years older than me and began a long, unhealthy relationship.  He caught me as I was ending a serious relationship.  I was super vulnerable and he preyed on my insecurities.  One minute I was the love of his life and the next he would be sleeping with other women.  He was a serial cheater and I was putting myself in some serious danger, but I stayed because my self-esteem was so low that I convinced myself nobody else would love me.  He lied to me about a lot of stuff including his two divorces.  We were together a year before he told me about these marriages.  I finally decided to end it when he told me he would never marry again or have children.  My desire to have children was stronger than my need to be loved by him.  Later I found out some super scary things about him.  I seriously dodged a bullet.

I’ve also had my issues with spending.  When I was manic I would overspend on food, booze, and clothes.  I racked up some debt on credit cards in my twenties that took me about five years to pay off.  I shopped at expensive stores with money I didn’t have.  I would go out to nice dinners with friends and spend some serious cash at the bar.  I would use my credit card or my father’s.  I had no concept of money.  I took vacations I couldn’t afford. If it wasn’t for my dad, I don’t know how I would have put a roof over my head.  I have to watch myself still.  It helps that I have a husband who is a saver.  I still have my moments, but I have come a long way.

So how do you avoid getting caught up in addictions?  I am still trying to figure that all out, but I think the answer lies in facing your problems head on.  I call this Sitting in your Shit.  Sitting in your pain, feeling your emotions no matter how much it hurts.  When you stop escaping, the pain can be intense, but you have to work through it to move on.  I’ve found that meditation, reiki, and exercise can be helpful, also having a good support system.  NAMI support groups were very beneficial to me.  I sometimes would just sit and cry through the entire meeting which helped me release some of my negative emotions. If you are struggling with bipolar and substance abuse, check out this free resource: www.drugrehab.com/co-occurring-disorder/bipolar/ www.advancedrecoverysystems.com/treatment-overview/co-occurring-disorders/.


IMG_0675I thought a lot about religion and spirituality after my first experience with psychosis.  I spent months sorting out in my mind what experiences were real and what were delusions.  The religious delusions actually scared me into thinking I had to be a perfect Christian to prevent it from happening again.  I was raised a Christian, but it wasn’t a huge part of my upbringing and as I got older we spent less time at church.  I did attend church often with a friend and her family while I was in junior high school and I enjoyed it, but it always had a way of making me feel that I wasn’t good enough.  I didn’t have anyone that would attend church with me after my hospital stay and I didn’t want to go by myself, so I spent most of my time reading about religion and scouring the internet for inspiration.  I spent countless hours on beliefnet.com reading articles and blogs.  The messages I found there brought me a lot of comfort and peace.  

Beliefnet.com is where I found Gabrielle Bernstein, a motivational speaker, life coach, and author.  I watched all of her video blogs on YouTube, read all of her books, and did her guided meditations.  Her messages were extremely helpful in my recovery.  She inspired me to find a different way to live and gave me hope.  I could relate to her because she was close to my age and was a former party girl.  She became a sort of guru to me.  I couldn’t wait until Monday when she would post a new video blog.  Gabrielle lead me to the spiritual textbook A Course in Miracles and A Return to Love by Marianne Williamson.  I listened to the audiobook Everyday Grace by Williamson several times in a row.  I became obsessed with turning my fear to love. I was on a freaking spiritual mission.  I couldn’t get enough.  I read so many spiritual books that I can’t count them.  A New Earth and The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle, The Untethered Soul by Michael A. Singer, to name a few. I also listened to the teachings of Abraham Hicks on the The Law of Attraction.  I watched Oprah’s Super Soul Sunday religiously every Sunday.  

The tools I learned from these people helped me develop a relationship with God.  This might sound like a strange way to find God, but it helped bring me closer to a higher power and find peace in my chaotic mind.  All of these teachings played an important role in my recovery.  They made me see that I wasn’t fighting my battles on my own, they showed me that I had someone in my corner pulling for me, that I wasn’t alone.  I tried to go back to the Christian church a few years ago.  I went with a friend for a few months, but it just didn’t click with me. It felt too strict and judgemental.  When the minister spoke out against same-sex marriage, I realized that it just wasn’t the place for me.  I felt more comfortable with my own spirituality practice at home.  It calmed my anxieties and showed me that I had a purpose.  It helped me accept the person that I am even with my flaws.  It helped me see that my illness as not a curse, but rather a gift.

5 Tips for Managing a Mental Health Condition at Work


I originally wrote this as a blog submission for NAMI several months ago.  They asked for studies to support, but since I don’t do much research I had a difficult time finding them.  Work is hectic right now and this is a reminder for me and others to slow down and take care of you first…


During the past ten years, I’ve had a few episodes at work (including going into psychosis). I live with Bipolar Type II and I’ve been amazed by how it has been received in my workplace—they fully support me during my times of need. Along with medications and therapy, I’ve incorporated the following five tips to help me manage my mental health condition at work:



The majority of my work is done on the computer. If I sit too long staring at a screen, I start to feel a little wired, but fatigued at the same time. Whenever I start to feel this way, I get up and walk around, get a drink or a healthy snack, or have a quick chat with a co-worker. Getting a little exercise during the day can also help. We have a small gym in my office, and I like to walk on the treadmill during lunch breaks. This helps break up my day and give me a boost of energy. If you do not have exercise equipment at work, try walking outside or climbing the stairs.


Managing Stress 

When I’m feeling overwhelmed, I focus on my breath. I do Dr. Andrew Weil’s 4-7-8 exercise for relaxation. Inhale through your nose for four counts, hold it for seven counts and then exhale through your mouth while pressing your tongue against the back your front teeth for a count of eight. This helps to calm and center me. I’ve also found that listening to music while I work helps me relax and focus. 



Making sure my blood sugar is balanced helps me balance my energy as well as my mood. I eat small meals every 2-3 hours and drink plenty of water. Try eating some snacks like hard boiled eggs and fruit or Greek yogurt and nuts. Steer clear of sugar and caffeine. Too much coffee or sweets can cause blood sugar to plummet.



Ask for accommodations if you need them. When I am struggling with sleep, I ask for adjustments to my schedule. My manager allows me to come in late and make up my hours. When my sleep is really off, I ask to work from home. I was even permitted to work from home for three months after an episode.


Know Your Limits 

I’ve found that my health plummets when I push myself too hard. One time, I went to work when I hadn’t slept in days and when I was adjusting to new medication and could barely stay awake. Now when my symptoms become too much to handle, I take it easy and take time off work. It has taken me a while to get to this point, but I know now that work is not worth risking my stability.

Spring Mania

My moods tend to align with the seasons these days.  In the spring I get slightly manic.  I am more energetic, have a hard time settling down to go to sleep, and tend to overspend, smoke too much, and overeat.  Unfortunately I don’t typically get the euphoric mania that makes you feel like you are on top of the world.  Mine is more the irritable kind.  I am grouchy and tired, but wired at the same time.  Last year I spent hundreds of dollars on really bright clothes that I will never wear.  If anyone knows me, they know I wear black often and mostly dull colors.  So I will not be caught dead in those loud outfits.  Not to mention they don’t fit because my weight dropped from my head bouncing all over the place.  Hit me up if you’re interested in them.

The following are some tips that I find to be helpful with controlling mania any time of the year.

Limit Caffeine – Drinking a Mountain Dew to stay awake for a college class threw me into a manic episode once.  I know it sounds nuts, but it really happened.  I cut back on caffeine last year.  I stopped drinking 2-4 cups of coffee a day and it really has changed my life.  Caffeine tends to throw me into overdrive then I crash and burn.  My fatigue has improved significantly by just switching to 1-2 cups of green tea with raw honey.

Limit Sugar – I was addicted to dark chocolate covered almonds from Trader Joe’s last year. I started to notice when I ate them at night that my head started to race and I couldn’t sleep.  I also notice this when I eat cake and ice cream at birthday parties.  It just makes me hyper and unwell.

Exercise – It helps to burn off that extra energy and calm your mind.  Try doing some moderate cardio for a 1/2 hour or better yet take a walk in nature.  My head always feels clear after I spend a couple hours walking in the woods.  If only I had the time to do that right now!

Earthing or Grounding – Take advice from my mom and go stand in the grass in your bare feet.  Balance your energy by connecting to the Earth’s electrons.  Research has shown it can improve sleep, lower stress, and reduce inflammation.

Disconnect – Don’t use technology an hour before bedtime.  This includes, smartphones, television, and computers.  Try blue blocker glasses.  I just bought some because I spend a lot of time on the computer and smartphone.  The blue light from these devices suppress melatonin production which affects your sleep.

If all else fails or your mania is severe, call your doctor.  You may need a prescription change.  Ask friends and family members to keep an eye on you because often it is hard for one to tell when they are in a manic episode.  Sometimes it just feels like everything is going right and it is difficult for the person affected to see that it might be problematic.


Cyclothymia is a chronic mood disorder characterized by numerous mood swings, alternating between hypomania and mild to moderate depression.  This showed up on my psychiatrist visit report about 5 months ago.  So does this mean I no longer have Bipolar II?  Who knows since my gem of a psychiatrist failed to discuss it with me.  It showed up again last month, but I was in such a rush to get back to work that I didn’t mention it to my doctor.  I can only assume that because I have not had an episode in over two years that I no longer meet the criteria for Bipolar II.

It is a cause of confusion for me since Bipolar II is a lifelong illness with no cure.  Also confusing is that diagnosis of Bipolar II requires that an individual has never experienced a full manic episode.  Um, I totally have experienced a couple of these if you recall the time I didn’t sleep for 5 days, thought I was in hell, and ended up in the hospital for 8 days.  Also, when I went into psychosis at work and thought the world was ending.  I was so out of it that my boss had to drive me to my friend’s house and I later spent one month in outpatient care at the hospital.  But what do I know?

I also found out from a piece of paper about my Bipolar II diagnosis.  In March of 2013, I had been off meds for about 5 months when I starting having severe anxiety and difficulty sleeping.  I was only sleeping a couple hours a night and was having extreme highs and lows.  One minute I thought I had the solution to all of my problems and the next I felt like I wanted to die.  I was completely freaked out and I tried desperately to get in to see my psych.  Problem is she has too many patients so she is always overbooked.  I think it took a week before I was able to schedule an appointment.  I was barely functioning so I asked for short term disability.  She gave me only a week off because she said she was afraid I was going to lose my job.  I had not taken sick time in over two years and I’m pretty sure it is illegal to let an employee go because of a health issue, but again what do I know?  I was too out of it to argue and I was by myself so I just took my scripts and my visit report and left.

As I was leaving I looked down and saw Bipolar II on the report.  It was like someone stabbed a knife in my chest.  What?!?  I have Bipolar?  I immediately got defensive.  I don’t have Bipolar!  That doctor is a quack!  For years I had been trying to find excuses for my mental issues.  For instance, I blamed dehydration on my first full manic episode because I was on a diuretic for my skin and my potassium was low when I went to the hospital.  I thought I just had some depression and anxiety that were exacerbated by the dehydration.  I also thought I was working too hard and not taking enough time for myself.  When my head started to slow down, the diagnosis began to sink in.  As I looked back at my life I could see the cycles.  It made sense.  It felt so final.  This is it.  I am stuck with this for the rest of my life.  It made me feel separate, different, and even more alone.

As time has gone on, I’ve gotten more comfortable with the diagnosis.  Going to the NAMI support group helped with that.  Listening to others share their stories , giving support, and receiving support has helped me realize that I am not alone in this.  I encourage anyone who is struggling with a mental health issue to reach out to NAMI. Sharing my story in this blog has also helped.  Covering up a mental health diagnosis takes a lot of energy.  Owning it and not being afraid to share it with others gives you your power back and helps fight stigma.  May is Mental Health Awareness Month so I am going to do my best to get the word out by writing and supporting others.  Please reach out to me if you need any support.  You are not alone.

The Winter Blahs

January has historically been a tough month for me.  I think it is tough for a lot of people, especially those of us in Ohio.  The days are shorter, the skies are gray, the weather is dreary, and if you’re like me you want to curl up and hibernate until spring.  I spend a lot of time alone in the winter because of Chad’s sports schedule and that in itself affects my mood and energy.  I was hoping the Deplin vitamin that I started last March  would help fight off my winter depression, but when I came back to work after Christmas break I could feel it starting to creep in.  Instead of succumbing to the blues, I pulled out my bag of tricks that I have collected over the years.

I had stopped smoking (again) and was working on a strict detox diet from my doctor.  I realized that attempting both of those at the same time was not a good idea so I decided to just focus on eliminating smoking and gluten.  I knew cutting out everything (sugar, gluten, dairy, coffee, alcohol, and cigarettes) would have an impact on my mood so I chose to ease into it.  I also chose to cut back on alcohol after a few glasses of wine turned into a grumpy mood for two days.  Alcohol is a depressant and although I have had lots of fun with it in the past, I just don’t think it is worth it anymore.  I can have a couple of gluten free beers occasionally, but that is my limit.

I also started to get more active, by exercising in the gym at work in the afternoon on most days.  The exercise boosts my mood, gives me extra energy for the rest of the day, and provides a break from my computer.  It is not as great as exercising in the fresh air, but it definitely helps.  Using an activity tracker helps me make goals and stick to them.  Something about seeing those stars light up makes me happy.  I think it produces endorphins just like making check marks on a list.  I also eat lunch with friends at work on most days.  I’m an introvert, but I have learned that being around people is important for my mental stability.  People need people.

On particularly a dark day (after the wine incident), I gave myself permission to eat some comfort food and I also asked a friend to stop by for company.  She brought her little ones and spending time with all of them really helped.  It is important to have a support system you can rely on.  Phone a friend when you are feeling down. Also getting out of the house helps.  I didn’t want to go home and sit in an empty house last night so I went to the mall.  Didn’t spend a lot of money, but just wandered around browsing and it got me some more steps.

My friend gave me a great birthday present that helps beat the winter blahs, a “Happy Light”.  I have it on my desk at work and I use it for a few hours in the morning.  Natural spectrum light helps reduce fatigue and increase alertness.  I use it during the winter months.  I’ve found that watching positive television shows and listening to my favorite music also helps my mood.  These tricks help my depression along with medication and therapy.  I can’t rely on these alone, but they definitely help pull me out of the hole.



I have a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. I’m thankful that my health has been fairly stable for the past 6 months. I’m thankful that I believe I’ve found the missing piece with Deplin. I’m thankful that I no longer feel like I’m dragging my ass around constantly. I ran errands for 6 hours yesterday without getting fatigued. I’m thankful I have energy to cook a meal after a long workday. I’m thankful that I’m getting appropriate sleep almost every night. I’m thankful that I’m not so doped up from meds in the morning that I fall asleep during my drive to work. I’m thankful I don’t have to nap in my car during lunch to make it through the day. I’m thankful that I can cope with everyday stresses without panicking. I’m thankful that I don’t have to take vacation time just to rest because I’m so exhausted. I’m thankful that I no longer live in fear of going into psychosis during a work meeting again. I’m thankful that I don’t constantly worry about losing my job because of my illness. I’m thankful that I can think clearly enough to perform my job and be productive every day. Hell I’m thankful that I don’t get lost driving home at night because that has actually happened before because my brain was so scattered. I’m thankful I don’t spend my weekends curled up in my bed. I’m thankful that I don’t spend hours staring off into space while my mind races frantically from one thought to the next. I’m thankful that I don’t cry for hours for no reason. I’ve come a long way since that Thanksgiving in 2008 when I enjoyed my turkey while having serious delusions at the dinner table. A long way. Life is good.

Preparing a Crisis Plan

I’m a planner so of course I like to try to plan Bipolar episodes.  Making lists and checking them off is such a turn-on.  A few months ago a friend of mine suggested I prepare a plan in case I end up in the hospital again.  I jumped right on it and quickly emailed “In Case I go to Crazyville” to my husband and parents.  Now the last time I ended up at the behavioral ward all I had on was jeans and a sweatshirt.  No underwear or bra or bag packed with clothing.  I am not about to let that happen again.  My husband showed up the next day with some clothes, but most of the items had strings which is a no-no in the looney bin.  I don’t think he brought me any toiletries so I was stuck using the nasty shampoo from the hospital.  I didn’t have a blow dryer or flat iron.  What a nightmare!  I also learned the hard way that tampons are difficult to come by at the hospital.  I think I waited an entire day for them.

I started my “Crazyville” email with a list of my meds, doctor & therapist info, and the hospital my doctor is associated with.  I asked them to inform intake that I have Bipolar Type II with a history of psychosis.  It is important that they advocate for me because I might not be able to articulate what is going on with me at the time.  I asked them to try to stay calm and take care of me like I am physically ill.  I might need help remembering to eat, drink, and take my meds.  I’ll need their full support even if I am acting irrationally.

I then gave them a list of clothing to pack for me. I requested comfy clothes like yoga pants, sweatshirts, and sweaters because it gets chilly. I also gave them a list of toiletries including tweezers because I don’t want funky eyebrows even when I’m sick. I made it very detailed so I can be as comfortable as possible.

Hopefully there won’t be a next time, but I feel a little relieved and I’ve given my voice just in case I am not able in the future.