And by that, I mean life before I knew about the others in my head. It was simpler then. [Sad movie theme interrupted by sarcastic chuckle.] Things are a bit interesting here at the moment. Not bad interesting. Just different and a bit overwhelming. Although there have been more than a few upsets in my life these past few years, I can state whole-heartedly that I am *not* a fan of drama. I just have a way of finding myself in odd situations, sometimes caused by silly actions on my behalf and sometimes caused by actions out of my control. (I felt attacked recently by a dear friend in terms of the attracting drama bit, so I’m stating my case here.) Anyway, times is interesting.
After last month’s bipolar panic, I was actually happy to see the psychiatrist on Monday. Very, very little came of that meeting, though. We’re keeping the meds as they are, using the Zyprexa as needed, and attempting to ward off the weight gain. The shrink was concerned because the therapist had not seen any signs of manic behaviour in me. I tried to explain, and the shrink finally understood, that I can feel absolutely miserable to the very core and appear perfectly fine. Even my best friend and brother-of-choice, the two people who I’ve given almost complete access to my mind, have trouble ‘reading’ me. Upon reviewing her trusty DSM-IV and reading criteria aloud, the shrink noted that I had had a classic mixed episode. At least I’m normal in some regard. She also read some of the therapist’s comments to me, alerting me to the fact that the therapist writes out quite a bit more information than she admitted. That conversation will be had tomorrow.
But back to today. The overwhelm is just increasing. One of my teenaged alters recently made a life-changing mistake, and I’m trying to work on how to adapt life based on her mistake. I know I am responsible for the actions of my others, but that doesn’t always combat the fact that they *can* and sometimes *d0* act independently of me. I think that’s true for all systems, regardless of how centralised and balanced they appear. My internal teen’s mistake, in combination with fallout from the mixed episode, has me overwhelmed completely. The inability to study productively due to bipolar fog led to my failing a test (see previous post), which led to a very low grade in the course, which led to my panicking about my grades and career and future plans and so on… Now that the mood stuff is relatively stable, I’ve got this other minor issue to deal with thanks to my lovely internal teen. We have an exam on Thursday, which I need at least a B on in order to bring my grade up, and all I can do is stare at the textbook and contemplate dealing with my insider’s gift. Which leads to worries about my grades and career and future plans and so on…
Ah, to be blissfully singular again.