Being bipolar is hard; I think we can all agree. But I wouldn't want it to go away and, even if there was a cure, I wouldn't want it. For the first time in my life I know why I am the way I am. For years I went through life wondering why I did the things I did, all of the time just thinking that I was different. Well I was, and I am, and that thing I've been toting around for most of my life has a name; it's called Bipolar.
Eventhough I have only know about my illness for 14 years, I have been Bipolar my entire life. How I am is all that I've ever know. It is too late to become someone else. I don't want to be "normal" Winston, for that would involve becoming someone I am not, someone I have never even known.
I am 51 years old, and this life is all I've ever known. So leave me alone, let me be who I am. If there ever is a cure, please let it pass me by. I'm just fine, thank you.
How about you? Would you ever want to change? Do you like being among those that are special, that are gifted with a mind that can run circles (mania) around most people, and only requres a little "down time" (depression) to recover



Bipolarism comes with gifts. There's sensitivity, compassion, and tremendous creativity. I believe people are exactly who they need to be. As far as treatment, we have our son on the lowest dose to control his rages but it doesn't change who he is. I hated it when he was on the antipsychotic. It surpressed everything and made him want to sleep all of the time. There has to be a happy medium with everything. We couldn't continue to let him feel suicidal. That is an extremely dangerous place to be. The hypomania makes him happy. I'd rather see him a lil on the up side then anywhere close to the down side. I'm very glad you're at peace with yourself and hope that he'll feel that some day.
HopefullMom,
I pray that your son's condition stabilizes. I honestly think it is much nore difficult to be with someone Bipolar than to actually have the illness. Your son is very fortunate to have someone that cares like you do.
Since 1975, I have had 18 different careers (not just jobs, but careers!), participated in various extreme sports, spent a year climbing in Yosemite with ZERO training, been lost in the wilds of Canada, spent thousands of $$ that I didn't have and moved many times at the drop of a hat. (I have lost thousands of $$ in deposits)
Years ago I borrowed money from five different financial institutions in one day, illegally. (This was before information could be accessed instantly through the computer) I travelled cross country, in the winter, in a 1956 Willeys Jeep with no heat, and that would only go 30 miles an hour due to a bad shimmy. I've done and/or witnessed a number of other things that I don't dare mention, since the statue of limitations on these don't expire.
I mention these things because they were controlled by my illness. Now since I am medicated I can look back and see what happened, and the things I did. The meds, I guess you could say, hold me at bay. And since the meds do work, and restrain me a little, it proves that I was, and am Bipolar.
Again, your son is one fortunate guy, since he has a person (or people) that is/are willing to take control of his treatment until he is well enough to do it himself.
One final note: If my family had a mantra, it was, "Don't worry, everything will be alright". My parents are wonderful people and, if they are guilty of anything, it would be loving and protecting me too much. I went through my entire life thinking this was true. So, doing drugs and drinking were no bigg deal, since no matter what I did, everything would be ok.
When I was 34 years old, having been divorced, remarried, and paying child support on one son, I was behind a little on my child support. My ex-wife and I had made an arrangement for me to get caught up, so I wasn't worried. Shortly afterwards, I received a certified letter in the mail from the court, stating that since I was behind, they were going to garnish my wages FOREVER! I was furious, and went through the house like a whirlwind.
Finally, in tears and exhausted, I stopped and told my new wife that this wasn't fair. It was at this point that I learned one of the most valuable lessons of my life, something I had never been taught. She gently cupped my face in her hands, drew me close, and said, very calmly, "Whoever told you that life was fair?"
That hit me like a ton of bricks! I honestly never knew that. It was near this point in time that I was diagnosed, and began that long journey to get the right mix of meds and therapy to bring the disorder under control. (By the way, that took 12 years) Since we are all different, we respond differently to the meds. That's why finding the right combination takes a while.
I have also had four series of ECT treatment. I have found that about every 2-3 years, this becomes necessary. It is an interesting experience, not really unpleasant and relatively painless.
I am sorry, but I am an Ultradian Bipolar, meaning that my cycles can occur frequently within a 24 hour period. As a point of reference, I am now mildly manic, as you might be able to detect by how this letter floats from topic to topic.
God bless you, and you are one great mom!!!
Winston C. Smith
It's tough parenting a child like this, but it has it's rewards. He needs me in a way my daughter never really has. I'm walking a fine line between supporting him and trying to make him independent. I'm holding him up but am trying to teach him to take responsibility for it. We won't allow drugs or drinking and he knows this. I don't just put my foot down about it. I talk to him. I tell him why it's not a good idea for him. I'm hoping the lessons we teach him now will follow him in his life. I'm getting him used to talking to his doctors and being aware of his moods. I do what I can so that when my lil bird flies away, he knows exactly what to do and when to ask for help. Mostly, I'm praying a whole lot. I'm praying for his continued stability and for the wisdom and the strength to deal with a lifetime rollercoaster. I want him to enjoy the highs and learn to get through the lows. I want him to use his gifts to their full advantage. I want him to know he's loved and that we will always be there when he's not so strong.
I do believe God gives us these kids for a reason. They teach us all about unconditional love and what it means to really be a parent.
amen ...................
why don't you email me winston? need someone to talk to.....