Loving Someone Who is Bipolar

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Reblogged from The Bipolar Mind - Blog:

I am going to repost something that Terri Cheney wrote in Psychology today in August 2012. I think it speaks volumes about the nature of acceptance and genuine care.

Do's and Don't for Loving a Bipolar Person

http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-bipolar-lens/201208/how-do-i-love-thee-when-youre-bipolar

How Do I Love Thee (When You're Bipolar)?

      Do's and Don'ts For Loving A Bipolar Person

Published on August 3, 2012 by…

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Read this on an amazing blog called The Bipolar Mind blog.

Uh-ohhhhh! My Credit Card is stinging a teeny bit!

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Ohhhhh  b o y . Ohhhhh  d e a r.  Ohhhhh crap.

So we’re not talking about a  p l a n e ,  a new  c a r  or anything, but we might as well be with our budget!

Curse you EBAY!! (shakes fist at laptop – whilst she still has a laptop to shake fist at).

It’s always the same pattern.

I go on there for a legitimate reason – this time it was to get a doorbell . . . oh my god it was to get a doorbell!! I’ve just remembered what I was on there looking for!   Christ almighty.

So I go there . . . and slowly start to mooch around, getting more and more comfortable, and more and more excited.
My spending is usually on other people, so I’ll start to look for presents for them. My thinking gets very disordered and erratic.

But it feels so good.

Its feels so good imagining their faces when they open the present I’ve spent so long picking out for them.

So I’ve just hit the credit card. Bollocks.

And I’ve still got to buy a bloody doorbell.

I hope you are all feeling strong,

Much love,

Karen xxx

The Bipolar Bedroom

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Lovely , warm , cosy . . . horrible , claustrophobic , trap.

I love my bedroom. A place to rest and regenerate. A place to have sex and to sleep.

I also hate it. It becomes my  p r i s o n .

Perhaps my bedroom is  B i p o l a r  with me?

It brings me comfort and safety, but at the same time it confines me. I’m not motivated to leave the bedroom. I watch and listen to everyone walking past the house, going about their lives. I feel jealous.

My bedroom changes mood with me.

One time it is bright and airy, encouraging me to go out, be free and confident. The next it is dank and dark, not letting me escape, keeping me pinned to the bed.

One moment it is hot and sexy. The next, stone cold.

How can I even this out? How can I meet my bedroom in the middle?

 

I hope you are all feeling strong,

Much love,

Karen xx

A post to yourself . . .

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Hello lovelies!

 

Whilst thinking about wellness tools, I had a thought about something that might help me (and maybe you?).

I though about writing a post to myself whilst I feel well, and then reading his post whenever I am feeling low.

I know I won’t believe the content when I am feeling low, but it may help. So here we go!

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Dear Karen,

I know when you read this you will be feeling terrible.
You wont have washed in days, you wont be answering the phone or seeing anybody. You will be sleeping all the time.
Your anxiety will be through the roof and you will be peeling your skin.

I want you to remember the following. It is true. It is really about you. It will help.

You are a strong, capable woman. You have come through a lot in your life. You have an amazing family. You have a strong family.
Please believe this will soon pass. You will start to feel better. You will soon feel able to talk to people again.
Have a bath or shower, you always feel a bit better after it.
Get dressed, you will feel better for it.
Text Kathryn or Mel, they always have your back and make you feel better. They love you. Tell them you aren’t feeling good and ask them for help.
Try having a relaxed evening with the Hubby. Snuggle up and watch something funny, or anything you feel like.
Trust what The Hubby says. Believe him when he says this will pass.
This will really pass.
Try and make something. Go to Etsy for inspiration.
Try not to pick the skin on your lips.
Try not to sleep for long times, you always feel worse when you wake up.
Be patient with yourself, this illness is very new to you.
Accept love from people. They really do love you and think the world of you.

Well, I hope this does help. Time will tell! I hope it helps someone else too.

I hope you are all feeling strong and well,

Much Love,

Karen xx

Just for today – Fuck you Bipolar. (sorry for the swears Brigid x) Trigger warning.

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Just for today, just for this moment  – Fuck you Bipolar.

Fuck you and this Snakes and Ladders life.
Teasing me with your oh so  d e l i c i o u s  highs, when I am super-human and promise the world to people.
When I can achieve anything. When I think I am famous and people should recognise me. When I am an incredible friend to people. When I can help others. When my mind pops with ideas. When I spend lots of money. When I am  e x t a t i c with life.

Fuck you and your  d i s g u s t i n g ,  d i s g r a c e f u l  lows. When I am ugly. When I don’t wash for days. When I just don’t give a shit about myself. When I think I am the worst mother in the world. When I think I am the worst wife in the world. When I pity my family for having to put up with me. When I  l o n g   to be me before I got really ill. When I am cursed with crippling anxiety. When I peel the skin from my lips. When I can’t face anyone except my husband and son. When I just get so tired putting on a front.

 

Just for today, just for this moment – Fuck. You. Bipolar.