I’m in a mood.
I’ll just put that out there as a disclaimer so you know what follows is tainted.
This is a mood that seems to keep coming back. Well. That’s bipolar disorder in a nutshell. So to speak.
I know this mood and I have history if only from how big Bipolar Bad-Assery is in my little Cloud of Topics at right. I recognize the ferocity and physical stamina. A terrible intolerance develops. And then there’s the ice-cold anger. It started a few days ago with a niggle in the back of my mind. At odd moments it would pop into full consciousness like Schwarzenegger bursting through a door.
I’m fighting for my life.
It surfaced at TOPS yesterday, and again in the water this morning as I swam my mile. So I took myself for a drive today to give this moody thought some room. What I found is that this isn’t the whole thought, just the opener. In toto, it goes like this.
I’m fighting for my life, so step up or get out of the way.
And suddenly the anger and intolerance make more sense. Even the extra strength and endurance. I’m gearing up to go solo again.
This mood, this attitude, runs counter to all the discussions I’ve had with my therapist about relationships. She’s counseled me about how relationships change, how people come and go out of a life. She reminds me to take people for what they are and to be accepting of what they can offer. This is realistic advice. But, sometimes, I can’t see how it helps me much.
I don’t need coffee dates or tactfully casual conversations as much as I need allies who will get bloody up to the eyebrows with me. But, finding a loyal berserker isn’t easy. Or realistic. Real people have messes of their own to worry about—sick parents, and mortgages, and unemployment. All that feels like do or die for them, too, so they’re hardly going to save their ammo for me. Or if they do happen to save a clip, they end up shooting in the wrong direction or even at me. Friendly fire, of course, but still lethal.
Which leads to another conversation with my therapist—my need to make people understand me. I don’t like being misunderstood. I don’t like others deciding what’s best for me or making assumptions about me. But, really, all that is none of my business. I can’t help what other people think or do. I can’t stick my hand inside their gray matter and plant the seeds I want growing there. But, sometimes, they act out of the stories they’ve told themselves about me. And then they make it my business. Which I don’t handle with great diplomacy. I don’t mind so much if you can’t fight alongside me, but get in my way and I might blow your head off. Nice. You can see why I might have trouble holding onto friends.
I see what’s happening here. I’m turning into that Hero person who Stands Alone. Maybe I’ve always been that person. It might be one of the reasons I was drawn to comic books as a kid. As soon as I was able to read, I stole from my brother’s Marvel collection. Those guys understood. They fought for their lives every month. They were me.
When I went to the new Captain America movie last week and watched Steve Rogers risk everything, the niggle in my head practically shouted. That’s me! And then [SPOILER ALERT] when he quit fighting and let Bucky beat him to smithereens, the niggle still shouted. That’s me, too! Cap had allies. He even had a handful of people he trusted. But, basically, he was alone. I get that. And sometimes the hero just gives up. I get that, too.
That’s as far as this train of thought is going, because to follow it any further would just indulge the mood. It will shift in a few days and all this Hulk energy will drain. But, there might be some new questions for my therapist on Monday. Life and death questions. Because in the end, I’m still fighting for my life.
SandySue Altered
Apr 11, 2014 @ 19:03:45
Hang in there…you are not really alone.
Apr 11, 2014 @ 20:32:22
Thanks for reading, Jonathan
Apr 11, 2014 @ 20:35:51
Gotta keep up with my friends. 🙂
Apr 11, 2014 @ 19:16:29
So sorry you are having so much trouble. Keep fighting…it will get better.
Apr 11, 2014 @ 20:31:48
It doesn’t feel like trouble. Which is sorta bad.
Apr 11, 2014 @ 20:34:50
So glad you will be honest with your therapist about those life and death questions. Good for you…
Apr 12, 2014 @ 08:05:18
Not all life and death issues, at least with me, have to do with suicide. But I appreciate your concern.
Apr 12, 2014 @ 09:33:21
Would love to see you write about that sometime….just a thought, no pressure.
Apr 12, 2014 @ 16:03:45
This is pretty close. I’ll dig around and see if I’ve done more.
https://aminddivided.com/2012/02/15/distracting-the-toddler/
Apr 12, 2014 @ 16:12:10
Here’s one that’s a little more detailed.
https://aminddivided.com/2011/05/05/the-d-word/
Apr 12, 2014 @ 20:31:39
I just love how you write. And I get that the life and death struggle is not always about suicide. Love that you refer to your “training” and that you have learned ways to distract yourself. You are so good at describing the reality of bipolar symptoms. Thanks for helping me understand your reality.
Apr 12, 2014 @ 20:50:34
I value your input, Sharon. It means a lot to me to have mental health professionals as readers. I hope you’ll share me with others if you think it would be helpful.
Apr 12, 2014 @ 07:16:23
Hulk anger is something I can relate to (although I would never presume to say I know your experience). I’m in a different angry place and while I don’t call it a fight for my life, I do think of it as a “fight for self”. It doesn’t feel like trouble, either – it’s just a sign that I need to withdraw from life for a bit. Oh, for a cabin in the middle of nowhere…
Apr 12, 2014 @ 08:05:47
I dream about that cabin, too.
Apr 12, 2014 @ 10:26:13
Ah Sandy, once again you have hit the nail on the head with me. Somehow, it helps me to know I have a warrior friend who fights similar battles out there… someone who understands the “aloneness” of it all. By the way, I do carry an extra clip around for you!
Apr 12, 2014 @ 16:04:14
High-five it, girlfriend!
Apr 13, 2014 @ 09:28:24
SandySue, I know what you mean. okokok, I hear what you said For Me. For me it is only “a problem” when I succumb to the idea/belief that relationships with others are a—no—THE foundation for/the universally accepted/understood definition/experience of living a full and valuable life. more to come… Speak your own Self = Live.
Apr 13, 2014 @ 14:16:08
I understand why I need to keep trying with people. But, it’s so hard.
Apr 14, 2014 @ 09:44:44
What, exactly, do you want your friends to DO? If all they have to offer is casual conversation over a cup of coffee, does that have enough value to you to maintain the relationship? If you kick such people out of your life because they can’t/won’t be exactly what you want them to be, will you regret it? It sounds like you’re looking for a soul-mate, and I don’t blame you. But I think such people are very rare.
You’re so right – people are hard.
Apr 14, 2014 @ 17:15:51
These are *really* good questions, Peg. I’d enjoy the casual acquaintances if they weren’t so hard to maintain. I’m forever hurting their feelings, or scaring them with my thoughts. Or they’re trying to fix me. I don’t want to kick them out of my life. I just don’t want to feel broken or wrong if I don’t try so hard with them. A soul mate would be nice, but what I need are folks who are willing to stick with me when I’m in crisis. That seems to be the deal-breaker.
Jun 01, 2014 @ 11:01:50
I agree – there is a certain lure of being the Lone Wolf Hero when the help/understanding/loyalty you thought you might find is nowhere in existence – – or perhaps, I’m just projecting – – 🙂
Jun 01, 2014 @ 13:45:38
Project away, girlfriend. I’ve come to understand that, while completely justified, this mindset is not helpful for me. And it shows up when I’m brain-sick, so is suspect anyway. I’m learning a new pattern now—I hope.
Jun 01, 2014 @ 13:48:41
That’s not good news – because “I’m fine on my own” is my first place of refuge – – 🙂 Still, makes for a pretty good manuscript that may someday become a book/movie – 🙂
Ahhh… the inner life that keeps us going when the outer one sucks….
🙂