A few weeks ago I walked out of my therapist's office for the last time. We both agreed that I had accomplished what I had set out to do seven years ago when I found out that I had Bipolar Disorder. I wanted mental wellness.
While my life may always be tumultuos, the way I handle the stressors in my life have changed. No longer is suicide my first thought when faced with seemingly insurmountable problems. I no longer think that my life lacks purpose or that I should end it. Honestly? I still don't know what my purpose in life... but until it is revealed to me, I am content to praise God every day for another day where my life was lived.
I'm on medications that work. I do not have the horrible side affects that I used to have at the beginning of my road to wellness. Since switching to a new medication and lowering my lithium... my memory is getting better and my mind is clearer. I still stumble over my words when I am under pressure... but I am generally about to cover it so that my students don't realize that the words from my mouth didn't match the words that I'd formed in my head and had planned to say.
I feel more calm than I've ever felt in my entire life... and that is a feeling I've NEVER experienced.
I felt crazy much of my adult life. I couldn't take my deep depressions. I was diagnosed with everything from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder to issues relating to being an Adult Child of an Alcoholic and a survivor of sexual abuse. None of those "diagnosis" changed the depths of my depressions.
When I became a Christian the depression persisted. I had people tell me that I was possessed by demons and needing a healing session. I've had other religious quakery shoved down my throat. I started to give up hope that I'd ever get better. The suicidal thoughts never left me, instead they had a religious guilt attached to them because I felt like I wasn't "surrendering everything to God."
The past 12 years have not been easy. Last year I was at my wits end. I felt like the only option I had was to kill myself. PRAISE God that he held on to me. I have had struggles since that time... but the depth of despair into which I'd fallen terrified me enough that I got help. Not just swallowing some prescribed meds every day. I started seeing somebody trained to help people like me... people with mental illnesses. I was desperate... and out of my desperation, God rescued me and drew me closer to him. He used this doctor to save my life.
Whether there is an element of spiritual warefare or not to what I've experinced is not the point. The point is that God saved me from the thoughts that urged me to kill myself.
I'm not sure how to express the other thoughts on my heart and in my mind... but I needed to say that THERE IS HOPE. Maybe there is someone who will read my words... someone who is in crisis and feels like God has abandoned them. Maybe you don't see anything but darkness and despair. I plead with you, DON'T GIVE UP on God or on your life. Life, no matter how bleak it may seem, is worth living.
Bipolar illness can be treated. It does not have to control your entire life. No mental illness does.
I may have bipolar all my life or God could chose to deliver me from it. Either way I will find strength in comfort in knowing that there is hope and it starts with hoping in the Lord.
While my life may always be tumultuos, the way I handle the stressors in my life have changed. No longer is suicide my first thought when faced with seemingly insurmountable problems. I no longer think that my life lacks purpose or that I should end it. Honestly? I still don't know what my purpose in life... but until it is revealed to me, I am content to praise God every day for another day where my life was lived.
I'm on medications that work. I do not have the horrible side affects that I used to have at the beginning of my road to wellness. Since switching to a new medication and lowering my lithium... my memory is getting better and my mind is clearer. I still stumble over my words when I am under pressure... but I am generally about to cover it so that my students don't realize that the words from my mouth didn't match the words that I'd formed in my head and had planned to say.
I feel more calm than I've ever felt in my entire life... and that is a feeling I've NEVER experienced.
I felt crazy much of my adult life. I couldn't take my deep depressions. I was diagnosed with everything from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder to issues relating to being an Adult Child of an Alcoholic and a survivor of sexual abuse. None of those "diagnosis" changed the depths of my depressions.
When I became a Christian the depression persisted. I had people tell me that I was possessed by demons and needing a healing session. I've had other religious quakery shoved down my throat. I started to give up hope that I'd ever get better. The suicidal thoughts never left me, instead they had a religious guilt attached to them because I felt like I wasn't "surrendering everything to God."
The past 12 years have not been easy. Last year I was at my wits end. I felt like the only option I had was to kill myself. PRAISE God that he held on to me. I have had struggles since that time... but the depth of despair into which I'd fallen terrified me enough that I got help. Not just swallowing some prescribed meds every day. I started seeing somebody trained to help people like me... people with mental illnesses. I was desperate... and out of my desperation, God rescued me and drew me closer to him. He used this doctor to save my life.
Whether there is an element of spiritual warefare or not to what I've experinced is not the point. The point is that God saved me from the thoughts that urged me to kill myself.
I'm not sure how to express the other thoughts on my heart and in my mind... but I needed to say that THERE IS HOPE. Maybe there is someone who will read my words... someone who is in crisis and feels like God has abandoned them. Maybe you don't see anything but darkness and despair. I plead with you, DON'T GIVE UP on God or on your life. Life, no matter how bleak it may seem, is worth living.
Bipolar illness can be treated. It does not have to control your entire life. No mental illness does.
I may have bipolar all my life or God could chose to deliver me from it. Either way I will find strength in comfort in knowing that there is hope and it starts with hoping in the Lord.
