Psychiatric Meds Helped Me Become a Better Person

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  1. Thank goodness I discovered my bipolar disorder early on then. I know most people don’t because when they’re manic, they often think nothing is wrong and only seek help during depressive episodes. However, I knew something was wrong when one day I woke up intensely irritable and tired from not having slept well, and then suddenly at school as I was napping, my thoughts sped up, grandiose ideas entered my mind, and I had intense amounts of energy from nowhere and had the incessant urge to giggle. This episode lasted only a day, but my next week, a week later, lasted nearly two and was more intense because then I had psychomotor agitation and nearly blew my entire bank account. So I went to my primary caregiver who sent in a psychiatric referral and told me it was either bipolar or depression with anxiety. She didn’t want to start me on a medication because if I did have bipolar, an antidepressant could worsen it. Then I couldn’t see how, but after my first hospitalization, I totally understand what she meant.

    I hospitalized myself because my depressive episode was getting worse with constant suicidal ideation. I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder and put on Remeron. A few days in, I didn’t even realize I was hypomanic. I guess because the environment was so controlled and I was so eager to please (it was like freaking Kindergarten!), I was controlling the hypomania. But then something was wrong when I was getting irritable for no reason. I mean, the irritability felt situational, but it was extreme for me. Then when I got home and had been there a few days, I blew up on a rage over my fiance and nearly broke my glasses and cracked the keyboard of my iPad. We knew something was wrong, and I suddenly realized the Remeron had made me manic. Before I just had hypomania, but for two straight weeks, I was in an awful mixed episode. I could be depressed with all the energy of mania. Or I could be catatonic on the bed with various emotions warring for possession of my mind. I couldn’t tell you what I was feeling. Or I’d be hopefully depressed one minute and the next loopy and beyond energetic.

    So I had to get hospitalized again and was started on Trileptal. My depression is still severe, as I still feel suicidal (but I don’t necessarily feel in danger of doing anything. I just probably need another med), but my hypomanic episodes have steadily been dying down; thus, I could be a rapid cycler.

    It’s just great to know you got your life under control because it gives me some hope that I can get to a stable place too and re-claim who I was even before fibromyalgia struck me. But I know fibromyalgia triggered everything–and that and stress and anxiety because my fibromyalgia symptoms worsened during a time that I absolutely did not need them to.

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