INSIDEOUTContributor
WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?
Hi, I am a 51 year old mother/wife of 3 boys (21, 14, & 9) and a wonderful husband. Up until 3 weeks ago I thought I was the only one in the world with BP2 issues, or at least that’s how I thought. I’ve always felt odd! One minute happy J and excited “yahoo”, then down and tired. It became worse when my first beautiful boy was born and I had to be strong (I was a single mum at the time). I fought feelings, shocking dreams and tiredness. Eventually I went to the doctor who prescribed megadoses of anti-depressants for PND. This sort of helped keep me together, as did the alcohol! But only in the short term!
My husband was my “knight in shining armour”, coming in and rescuing me, “picked me up out of the gutter” is his terminology. Life was good for a while, although I continued to drink. I was still on anti-Ds and had my ups and downs, but I was seeing a councillor which helped. Then the next boy was born, PND came on straight away, and I couldn’t seem to love this one at all. 6 months later I was diagnosed with a nasty skin cancer, which had to be cut from my face (I lost an eyebrow) and had radiation for 6 weeks. My husband took leave and looked after the boys and house; I got up to cook the meals and spent the rest of the time in bed. I tried to stay positive the whole time, put a smile on my face and soldiered on. A great facade! I no longer looked in the mirror and felt beautiful, lucky and blessed! Only anxious and depressed!
Not long after, we moved house to the country. A dream comes trueJ! I tried to pack up a house with 2 lively small boys, sell our house and organise most things while I husband worked and moved things up there. It wasn’t long after we moved in that I felt myself in desperate need of a break. Usually I would go to the beach and recharge when I was single, but with a family it was impossible. After a fight I finally cracked it and fled. I got in the car and drove. Had I got to the boarder I would have kept going regardless of the consequences. I ended up stoping at the border and staying the night in a motel, lying back watching TV and drinking a bottle of wine. I spent the day wondering the town in a daze, not talking to anyone then “finally went home to face the music”.
It was the next melt down 2 years ago which brought my problem to a head. After a night of heavy drinking with friends and crying over my life; then driving home the next morning with one of the kids in the car (well and truly over the limit), that my husband called up my parents for help with an intervention. It took 3 weeks to get an assessment from a physiatrist, Bi-polar 2. Great, what does that mean? The BP drugs and Anti-D helped clear my foggy brain and negative thoughts, and got me back on track and I gave up the alcohol, but I still don’t think I’m right.
4 weeks ago I had had enough! I had a complete breakdown. The thoughts whirling around in my head were I wasn’t good enough; I couldn’t do anything right; my family were better off without me; and I was sick and tired of washing, cooking and cleaning for everyone. I was also extremely depressed and aggressive towards anyone who challenged me, my behaviour or refused to do as they were told. I was tired, ate lots of lollies, junk food and chocolate to make myself feel better, and put on lots of weight. A confrontation with my husband over how I was affecting the kids with my behaviour, had me packing a bag, taking out $1000 from the credit card and flying as far away as possible. They were better off without me! I spent the next 4 days crying constantly and wandering another city. I took a bus to the coast and started to feel a little better. The fog was lifting and the noises in my head weren’t so bad. I walked on the beach and through the bush and started to feel sort of normal. It was then that I met and talked with a lovely happy English girl and I told her my story. She then shocked me by telling me she was Bi-polar too; but she looked and acted normal! UP TO THAT MOMENT I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WITH BP, AND THAT NO ONE WOULD UNDERSTAND WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT. We talked a lot that night and she made me realise that even though I had a MI, people would still love me and want to be there for me, including my family.
I am now at my parents place, getting help, looking for answers and trying to forgive myself for the pain and anguish I have inflicted on my husband and children. I don’t know how I am going to get over the guilt. ALL I KNOW IS I WANT TO GET BETTER! Any suggestions how?