Thursday, August 12, 2010

patience... not my virtue

5am my time and I'm not sleeping.  Haven't been sleeping... still.  Recently, I've started to get like 2 hours in somewhere between 12am and 3am.  But that's not enough.
  
It's probably because I'm not doing anything most of the day.  Pent up energy is not good for me.  I try to find things to do.  Cooking, cleaning, etc.  But nothing seems to be working.  Since I can't work outside the house right now, I don't know what my options are. 

Do you ever wish you could go back 10 years or so?  Looking back to old journals and stuff, I see symptoms as early as 19 years old.  Having been diagnosed only recently at the age of 27, means that there was an entire 8 years where I was suffering and being misdiagnosed.

I have spent years on anxiety meds, depression meds, sleeping meds.  I was told I had PTSD, severe depression, personality disorders.  I was in therapy for several issues (personal therapy, intensive out-patient therapy and in-patient therapy as well), but until I got the psychiatrist I have now, and love, no one ever said Bipolar Disorder.  

She is completely patient with me.  Patient with the medication changes and my reactions, or non-reactions, to them.  I'm just not as patient.  I want to be not manic NOW.  I want to sleep NOW.  I want to not feel bad NOW.

I want to not cry every time I think about what I've missed out on and what I continue to miss everyday that this disease isn't controlled.

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