Obviously I am not shy about who I am and where I come from. I will disclose to people anything good or bad about me because my experiences may help other people who don't feel comfortable because they think everyone will judge them. So he is another "probably-more-than-you-wanted-to-know" detail about me:
I am bipolar, like my daughter. Of course, I had it first and it was a gene passed down from me to her - but childhood bipolar disorder is vastly different than adult bipolar disorder, but anyway. Since I had the gastric bypass last year, my bipolar has been out of control. I have been on 20 different medications in the past year, and in July I finally got to a point where I was ok - not great, but ok. The tattoo on the front of my blog, at the bottom, is actually a symbol of the fight I have with my disease, as I see it. The rose is nearly perfect, but all of the tribal stuff winds around the rose, piercing it in various places and causing it to bleed.
Well now I am not ok again. My doctor has asked that I not work for 3 weeks to let the med changes take effect so I don't throw a chair out their window (no worries at school, school is my refuge, even though I can't afford the books, its MY place where problems [except parking] can't penetrate). But I have told you all this so I can get to my point - WHEN DOES IT END??? I had the bypass for a better quality of life, but now I am taking so many meds and what not, soon I will be a blithering idiot unable to think abstractly. I have children though, and a husband who SAYS he needs me - so am I to become the blithering idiot incapable of extraneous thought for them? Or do I stop this medication quest and let them lock me up forever after they find me naked in a tree screaming at the top of my lungs that today's society is rude and stupid?! (Just for clarification, I am NOT schizophrenic - I know little green men are not coming out of people's ears to destroy me, do YOU know that??) I don't know if increasing my medications will kill what little creativity is left in me, but what if it does? It has already been about 6 years since I have written poetry productively, I want to write, I love writing, it was always the one thing that was special about me. Now, I am becoming the crazy lady at the end of the block watering the pavement.
You'll visit me in the looney bin won't you???