Fuck Bipolar Disorder

Anonymous asked: Could you help me about this ask foundinthedark@tumblr@com/post/23559755289/what-is-bipolarism-why-not-just-bipolar "What is bipolarism? Why not just bipolar" "Sorry dude, I don’t trigger you won’t get a reaction out of me. But go screw yourself while you’re at it."

I’m not quite sure what you are needing help with.

1) Definition of bipolarism? Having the condition of bipolar disorder.

The medical definition of -ism (suffix)

• action, process, practice: vegetarianism 
• characteristic behavior or quality: puerlism
• state, condition, quality: bipolarism
• doctrine, theory, system of principles: Darwinism

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2) The anger displayed in the response?

• This I am not sure about. Only the person who responded could tell you the true reason.

clipposaurus asked: could you give me any advice on how to manage going to school? I used to have mild moodswings and I went almost 3 times a week but now it's worse and it is fucking everything up again (I can't really sleep also..) and that is even making me feel more like a failure. I'm now thinking about quitting school (I probably failed this year because I wasn't there that much) but that would mean that I don't have anything to do all day.

Full disclosure, I’m not completely comfortable answering this question: I failed out/was kicked out of university (07), took some time off, started community college to pick up my grades, re-enrolled in university and was forced to medically withdrawal from my courses (last Nov). I’m now trying to re-apply AGAIN.

The best thing I can say is take things slowly. Don’t take on more than you can handle. Take classes you know you like/enjoy, so you’ll have more of a desire to actually go. Easier said then done. It’s always seems like I’m a perpetual disappointment and failure. Surround yourself with people who know  your ‘problems’ and support you in a non-judgmental way.

We may take a different route to reach our goals, it maybe a longer more twisted route, but reach them we will.

Like my mother always tell me, “Slow and steady wins the race.” We are the turtle not the hare and there is nothing wrong with that. 

—em

p.s.   I checked out your page. I’m a photography student as well :D

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janedoenumber9 asked: Hi. I would love a big sister to help me. I was diagnosed with Bipolar 2 8 months ago. I am on Seroquel and recently got off of lumictal. I have no other diagnoses that I am aware other. I would love someone to encourage me to keep going and how to deal with my emotions. To help me realize that everything is going to be okay. Thank you!

My ask (em) is ALWAYS open to anyone.

I try and get to every message on here. The other admins’ ask boxes are also always open.

To the Anon asking for advice about their cousin:

First, are you positive that what she is saying is true or untrue? Does her family know what is going on? Are they, also, trying to help her? 

Is her ‘fiance’ in danger? Is he aware of the situation?

It’s a fine line between going along with someone’s delusions and telling them to take their meds. I would listen to her story and keep my opinion to myself, not agree or disagree but remain impartial. She is reaching out to you and you need to keep her trust. It is VERY easy to feel like you are getting attacked, even if intentions are pure. Instead of tring to ‘force’ her to take her meds try and convice her to meet with her psychiatrist/psychologist/counselor/therapist/whatever to get a professional opinion from someone she has built a relationship with. Suggest that you go with her for moral support. If she doesn’t want to see someone talk to her yourself. Listen to her completely and try not to critisize her, even if you catch her in a lie, it will only shut her down. Make sure she is aware that you want what is best for her and are trying to be supportive. Discuss coming to terms with her parents and/or other possible living scenarios.

Don’t feel like you are this burden completely on yourself. You always to have look and ask for help, remember you are not a professional and don’t have to trying to deal with this situation. Being supportive and loving is probably the most important thing you can do.

I feel like I’m not helping you enough. I’m sorry. I wish I could do more for you.

—em

Claire

Hey, seriously fuck bipolar. I have been treated since I was 7. My older sister has it too, but now she says it is depression. Yeah right. I hate everything about this. I am 17 and my mom is at her wits end because of raising 2 bp kids alone. When I think about the future, I sometimes see myself travelling from state to country volunteering and working. But most of the time I think, “If this shit isn’t treated after 10 years, plus 2 hospital visits, I don’t want to finish my life.” I’m not even suicidal, I just don’t want this…….. When i have episodes, I never yell at friends, I try to fake normalcy, but i ruin great relationships with bitter bitter comments. What the fuck. Nobody understands in real life except one friend with depression… God I hate this. 

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Written awhile ago, but still true

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manicpoetic asked: Have you ever had a spiritual experience during a manic episode that you still somewhat believe is real?

help me out guys

I have really been having a hard time lately. 

I could use some words of encouragement or advice or something.

—em

My Story

I am a college student and was diagnosed with chemically induced bipolar 8 months ago. Last month I was diagnosed bipolar ll. I have been facing depression since the summer of 2010. My life was good, solid gpa, without really going to class, tons of friends and playing rugby. I was also self medicating heavily of alcohol, marijuana and occasionally cocaine and xanax. I wasnt happy unless I was I was high. I couldnt understand why I would be so miserable, it just didnt make sense to me. I didnt know what to do, it took me five months to even come to the realization that I was depressed. I did nothing to help it but use more drugs. I ended up going into a week long psychosis and manic state and was taken to the hospital. That was in January and thats when I was diagnosed. I got out and went right back to alcohol but stayed off the other drugs since then. I ended up having another psychosis and was sent to rehab. I completed a 31 day program and then was moved to an extended care program and stayed for four months. I left to go back to school for my super senior year. It has been the worse two and a half months of my life. I lost the majority of my friends although there are several people that care dearly about me but most are back at my home. I decided to quit rugby. I have been so depressed I pray that I die nearly everyday. If I had the means to kill my self aka a gun I probably wouldnt be here anymore. I have found myself out driving at night praying someone is drunk enough to come across the median and hit me. I scared myself so badly that I decided to tell my counselor and then my mother that I was seriously considering suicide and that I was thinking about killing myself. I hung up on my mother and she called my psychiatrist. Finally answered her call and she worked her magic on me and got me to come in and see her. She told me told me if I has not answered that call she was calling the cops and telling them to find me. I most likely would have put up a fight because I have no interest in ever going back to the psych ward. She also gave me a leave of absence from school for the week which may have saved my life. I have lost all confidence, appetite and self worth. I am so scared to graduate and have this free ride end and find a job. I am a finance and economics double major and I feel I have learned nothing. I feel like I can bring nothing to the table. I can barely walk down the sidewalk with my head up. All of this is new and I can put it into words how much this all upsets me. Somehow I have stayed sober for eight months. Partly because I dont want to start again at day one, I am competitive and relapse is defeat, and partly because the doctors claim they had no clue if I would ever come out of the psychosis and that scares the shit out of me. I would much rather be dead then be crazy in a psych ward. I am close to relapse and I am close close to suicide and I just want to be better. I want to wake up and have this nightmare be over. I want my life back before this all started. I want to give up, but too many people care.

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