| Denial Ain't Just a River in Egypt
Hi again! I am BP2, 35 years old and have resisted this diagnosis for some time. In the past 10 years I have had about 6 clinical depressions and several hypomanic bouts. I'm married to a wonderful man who is supportive of me and this problem and I have a good job, albeit a very stressful one. What stinks is that I have repeatedly gone off my meds because I don't want to be bipolar. I have gone over a year with no medication and then I have an episode and go back on. Since I have taken these drugs (mostly depakote but sometimes Effexor as well), I've gotten fat as well--I'm about 50 pounds overweight. While I know the drugs help stabilize me, I can't help but think that I can beat this on my own.
At the very least, I have gotten good at noticing symptoms (and my husband helps monitor this) and know when I need treatment. I am so embarrassed of this label--I have two siblings with severe mental illness (an older brother who is schizoaffective and a twin with BP1) and I want so much NOT to be like them. All I want is a normal life and for the most part I have been lucky. Somehow I equate the medication with the illness and I think that is why I keep stopping it. If I can do without the meds, then it means that I'm not sick.
Has anyone else had the experience of denying that they have this illness? Anyone else with major drug compliance issues?
Thanks for reading,
Schragie
Lisa
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