I was joking, Mr. Serious.
i had a panic attack once. it was a horrid experience, especially when you don't know that's what's happening. Never had one since. Had the start of one once but talked myself out of it. I never want to go through that again.
She added the phrase "meany head" to my profile.I hardly think I'm an attention whore.
I say its tricky because although I believe it to set me down the right path, it might have broken my legs, so I couldn't travel down that path until they were healed.
this thread here is what I am talking about.
ka-ZAMAnd that month was March 2007?
But, I did want to tell you the thread is really cool. It is pretty different from most I've seen on here. A somewhat touchy and personal topic. It takes a lot of courage (I can't articulate it any other way) to just kind of come out and talk about it and ask the question to others..
We are all different and handle things different ways. Some people mentioned they don't like meds or they do other activities to relieve their syndromes; I am happy for them, but others may need the meds (go Placebo). I exercise almost everyday (play basketball, run a couple miles, lift some weights - used to surf), but I guess I still needed something during the "down times".
Anyway, good luck to all, and let's hope we can all work through our "items" in the best way we see fit.
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I want to thank you for starting this thread Yablo. Word for speaking your mind, however pained it may be. We're all strangers, but we have some things in common...
Freshmen year of High School, I remember the relief of understanding and friendship, love. Someone to hold my hand and take me to the morning blood tests, the after school psychiatrist visits, to reassure me that I was normal. But I remember even more the phone call later that year from his mother, telling me to stay away from her son and her family, how she knew about "people like me" - that is, people with bi-polar disorder. I remember her spitting the words out at me like I was some leper on a rampage. She, like so many other people, had some preconceived notion of manic-depression as some liscence to kill, some untreatable, unreliable devil of a disease that would sneak up on her family in the night and destroy them. And in many ways it is some unreliable devil, but only in the torment it causes in the minds of its victims.
Since then, I don't really talk about my problems. I've gone through countless treatments over the past 8 years. Paxil, Wellbutrin, Neurontin, Lithium, Lexapro, Topamax, Xanax, various combinations thereof; all are the names of battles either lost or ongoing, and all have left either phsyical or emotional scars. It gets to the point where you begin to wonder if the side effects are worth the benefits, so you try to titrate down and then the withdrawls draw you back in. Or you fight through them and then your back to the illness, the ups and downs, the panick attacks, until you're on the verge of suicide and the meds are the only extending hand to safety. A vicious cycle.
But you know what? There are good days. There are days when I look back and realize Fuck that guy. I graduated with honors, am pursing my dreams, and am going to Coachella. Again.
Manic depression is a highly genetic condition and is most definitely a chemical imbalance that requires treatment. It's in our family - my aunt had it. Luckily, I don't. It's also likely that if you haven't started showing symptoms of it by your 30's, you likely won't get it.
amyzzz- yeah, high school is a bitch anyways, it seems like everyone is bipolar with their damn drama and hormones. Throw in a mood disorder and you can get the worst years of your life. I know I got it from my estranged father's side : schizophrenia, dementia, bipolar, you name it, it's rampant on that side. Unfortunatly, my mother has always been in denial of my condition, insists I was just a normal moody teen who grew up to be an emotional woman, despite the continual diagnosis from the 10+ psychiatric professionals I've seen over the years. It's funny, because she's an RN that works in a state run Mental Institute for the Criminally Insane. I guess she's just afraid.
Don't worry about turning out like your mom though, I bet you'll be better able to regulate yourself just by the fact that you're worrying about it already, and you've seen how it has effected a loved one.
It's been said that depressed people usually have depressing lives. I think that's fairly true. If you have a really full life and a lot to look forward to, then what do you have to be depressed about?
That said though I think family issues as well as genetics have their role. I've read that a person's mother can have a lot to do with it. I've also read though that a genetic tendency is just that though, a tendency. So you just have to work a little harder to keep yourself up basically and not fall into that tendency.
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Anyway, great discussion, people. It's great people are talking about this.
he's posting it in every thread. monkey.