Season of Change

Spock, Leonard Nimoy, Star TrekThis is sort of a big week.  Wednesday will be my last Support Group session.  Thursday, my mom returns home from the nursing home.  Big changes.  And change is always a little dangerous for anyone with bipolar disorder.  The trick, I’ve learned, is to acknowledge the potential and Watch.

I feel like I’ve prepared well for the end of Group.  My mental health clinic has been in trouble for some time, first losing money, then losing our psychiatrist, and finally, when a larger clinic took over, losing most of the counseling staff.  It seemed like the right time to transfer my records to the clinic in my own town.  I’ll miss my therapist—she’s been my biggest cheerleader—but I’ll be able to join a support group offered here.

I never thought I’d benefit so much from a support group, but I’ve learned that my preference for solitude puts me at risk.  For the rest of my life, I will need to push against that tendency, and continuing with a group will help me do that.  I still have to go through all the intake interviews and paperwork, find a new therapist, and explain how I manage without medication.  But, that’s part of the process.  A little stressful, a little anxiety-producing, but eventually I’ll settle into a new routine here.

On Wednesday, I’ll get to say a few words of parting, then the group will pass around a token (like the ones folks get in Recovery programs).  Each person will get to hold the token and say a few words about me.  After three months in this group, I’ve participated in several parting rituals, and they’re always moving.  I imagine this one will be, too.  I’m bringing Kleenex.

But, it’s time to move on.  This group was always meant to be a transition between hospitalization and New Life—that’s why clients can only participate for three months.  I’m ready.  And still, it’s a big change.

The next day my sister and I will help my mom return home after three months recovering from a botched angiogram.  A lot has changed for her.  Still weak and somewhat unsteady on her feet, she’ll go home with a walker and a cast on her arm, a home health aide to assist with bathing and housekeeping, and  a whole new way of perceiving her life.  “I have to think of myself as handicapped now,” she told me yesterday.

I don’t know yet how Mom’s homecoming will affect me.  My sister always took the lead as far was Mom is concerned, but I live closer.  It’s an uncomfortable triad—I can generally hold my own one-on-one, but put us all together and I either fade into the wallpaper or try to do too much.  Old patterns and a history of nonexistent boundaries make my family the biggest trigger for my bipolar episodes.  So, I’m Watching.

What I’m Seeing are old coping behaviors popping up like Whack-A-Moles—binge eating, long daytime naps, lots of movies—with the expected dips into depression.  So, I keep Watching and, when I can, I go do something else.  Like take a walk or write a blog post.

Change happens.  We adapt.  Those of us with bipolar disorder or other mental illnesses may need more time and resources to get to the other side, but we do.  My wish this time is to leave the least amount of carnage behind—not gain back the weight I’ve lost, not spend all my money, not hide in my apartment.  I hope to get to the other side of this season of change secure in myself and open to the benefits these changes bring.

Here comes the storm.  I’ll wet my finger with a little thankfulness and love, then turn to face it.

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11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Cat
    Aug 05, 2013 @ 15:24:28

    Hey SS! I’m here for you whenever and however you need. The “BADGER” lives on!! 🙂
    Sounds like you’ve gotten a handle on the upcoming changes and a plan of action. Hang in there!

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  2. Littlesundog
    Aug 05, 2013 @ 17:44:22

    Funny you should put a photo of that serenity token on today’s post. A while back I saw something shiny in the grass while mowing. Always thinking “money” I picked it up. Rats. I saw that it was merely a serenity token. I took it as a sign though, and here again today the same token in your post. The Universe is speaking to me…

    Change can be such a good thing, my friend… I’ll be pulling for good things for you!

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  3. Jonathan Caswell
    Aug 05, 2013 @ 18:36:57

    We’re pulling for ya…your new circle of friends here!!!! 🙂

    Reply

  4. Jonathan Caswell
    Aug 05, 2013 @ 18:38:30

    Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    That’s it—Watch the warning signs and don’t beat yourself up too much when a slip happens…We’re with you!!

    Reply

  5. Tertia
    Aug 05, 2013 @ 21:07:06

    Thinking of you…it’s great that you are so self-aware about your process during change! I’m glad you will continue to have support.

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  6. pegoleg
    Aug 06, 2013 @ 08:50:52

    Hope it goes well with you and all these changes. Change is stressful at the best of times for most of us. I think your attitude will be good preparation for you – realistic and hopeful.

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