I came to a secure site because I was so desperate to talk to someone...
but now, after registering and getting to this spot where I am right now----I am so afraid to share. What if my hopelessness fuels someone else's hopelessness. But, I do not know any other "safe" place where I can share my thoughts. Lord, please do not allow anyone to be discouraged by my thoughts.
Should I not share, if I can't offer some sort of hope???
I hope it is okay to share what I am about to share.
I am sad. I am depressed.
My room is a pile of clothes on top of clothes on top of clothes. The rest of the apartment is like my outer life: clean, cute, and just a little messy, enough to appear normal. But inside, I am tormented. There were times today, that life was okay. I am going to make it through just fine. I will be okay.
Then there are times like now...
I question whether this is really worth it. All of this. I will have to deal with this battle my WHOLE life?!? I do not think I can. Not if it is like this. I am 27 and single. An "eligible bachelorette". Yet, I do not think I would or could ever marry anyone. (New revelation as of today) I don't think I could ever have kids (though I am a huge kids advocate, in spirit and profession)(also a new revelation) because it would not be fair to them. The bipolar websites tell me all about how the families of bipolar indiv.'s have to suffer.
If I could be taken out of all this suffering, I'd raise my hand in a second. But that would hurt my family. More than that, it would destroy my ministry, the precious kids I work with. I laugh with those kids, share the hope of Jesus Christ with them, I pray with them over the big and the little things, we see the ways God is working corporately and personally. They have no idea that the smiley face, the one eager to greet them with hugs, is so sad, so tired.
I am gaining so much weight. It makes me so much more depressed.
Do I need to tell my work that I have this disorder? But there is just way tooo much vulnerablity in that. I feel like that could be used to destroy me. That knowledge could take away my job. If they knew I was this sick, they would not want me working with their kids. How ironic that I am sharing "hope" with them. Why do I have this? Why can't this "dream life", that others see, be real?
Do you think I am crazy?
I have no one in my life I can share this with and I can not afford counseling. (You say, how can I NOT afford it? right?) Grrr.
But all of this will just go away.
I will be okay again for -who knows how long-?
I will regret ever writing this, because it was done in vulnerability and what if someone can trace it to me...
really, that wasn't me.
Look how happy and normal I am.
Life is okay.
Then.....
it is this again.
Only lower.
Because it is always lower.
Have any Christian's written any books on surviving being bipolar? How in the world does one do it?!
I am so tired.
I hate constantly trying new meds and switching meds because nothing ever works. With each med switch I gain more and more weight.
Right now I am on Effexor (3 capsules a day/each 75mg so..225mg daily) in the morning and Lamictal (200mg) at night, as well as a whole host of sleeping med's. Right now, I am finishing up a bottle of Lorazepam (1mg). Maybe you suggest my meds just aren't working for me. Welp, your probably right, but they never do.
I hit "submit new thread", terrified that someone might be able to trace this to me somehow.
Oh, Lord...
but now, after registering and getting to this spot where I am right now----I am so afraid to share. What if my hopelessness fuels someone else's hopelessness. But, I do not know any other "safe" place where I can share my thoughts. Lord, please do not allow anyone to be discouraged by my thoughts.
Should I not share, if I can't offer some sort of hope???
I hope it is okay to share what I am about to share.
I am sad. I am depressed.
My room is a pile of clothes on top of clothes on top of clothes. The rest of the apartment is like my outer life: clean, cute, and just a little messy, enough to appear normal. But inside, I am tormented. There were times today, that life was okay. I am going to make it through just fine. I will be okay.
Then there are times like now...
I question whether this is really worth it. All of this. I will have to deal with this battle my WHOLE life?!? I do not think I can. Not if it is like this. I am 27 and single. An "eligible bachelorette". Yet, I do not think I would or could ever marry anyone. (New revelation as of today) I don't think I could ever have kids (though I am a huge kids advocate, in spirit and profession)(also a new revelation) because it would not be fair to them. The bipolar websites tell me all about how the families of bipolar indiv.'s have to suffer.
If I could be taken out of all this suffering, I'd raise my hand in a second. But that would hurt my family. More than that, it would destroy my ministry, the precious kids I work with. I laugh with those kids, share the hope of Jesus Christ with them, I pray with them over the big and the little things, we see the ways God is working corporately and personally. They have no idea that the smiley face, the one eager to greet them with hugs, is so sad, so tired.
I am gaining so much weight. It makes me so much more depressed.
Do I need to tell my work that I have this disorder? But there is just way tooo much vulnerablity in that. I feel like that could be used to destroy me. That knowledge could take away my job. If they knew I was this sick, they would not want me working with their kids. How ironic that I am sharing "hope" with them. Why do I have this? Why can't this "dream life", that others see, be real?
Do you think I am crazy?
I have no one in my life I can share this with and I can not afford counseling. (You say, how can I NOT afford it? right?) Grrr.
But all of this will just go away.
I will be okay again for -who knows how long-?
I will regret ever writing this, because it was done in vulnerability and what if someone can trace it to me...
really, that wasn't me.
Look how happy and normal I am.
Life is okay.
Then.....
it is this again.
Only lower.
Because it is always lower.
Have any Christian's written any books on surviving being bipolar? How in the world does one do it?!
I am so tired.
I hate constantly trying new meds and switching meds because nothing ever works. With each med switch I gain more and more weight.
Right now I am on Effexor (3 capsules a day/each 75mg so..225mg daily) in the morning and Lamictal (200mg) at night, as well as a whole host of sleeping med's. Right now, I am finishing up a bottle of Lorazepam (1mg). Maybe you suggest my meds just aren't working for me. Welp, your probably right, but they never do.
I hit "submit new thread", terrified that someone might be able to trace this to me somehow.
Oh, Lord...
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