behindmirrors -> RE: keep the pills away!!! (2/15/2007 9:14:26 PM)
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ORIGINAL: mixielicous i recently made a post about bipolar disorder and the fact that people around me think i have it. i was so saddened and disturbed by the fact that the most adament advice i got was "get on meds!" i can understand why some people need meds, but it saddens me the amount of people who unnecessarily turn to them in place of nutrition supplements and exercise. Well, I was diagnosed with type I bipolar disorder about 5 years ago, along with a host of other co-morbid conditions as well. It runs in my family- my father has it, as did his mother, as did many others. It also runs on my mother's side, though to a lesser degree- but I get other exciting things from them, haha. I was on meds and in and out of psychiatric hospitalizations and treatment programs for a few years in there. Although I do not regret the choice to get help when I needed it, I do wish that a few things that happened in those years never did. For example, the Effexor that made my skin peel off in sheets after a few months of taking it, which left me with scars on my legs so that I was afraid to ever show them again, because of the stares and questions (I scar dark red at first, and then it fades over time- fortunately, the only way you can really tell they are still they is if I don't shave my legs- since no hair grows in those spots- or if I get a tan!). Or the Lexapro that spun me into a mania because I was mis-diagnosed early on, and they gave me that to treat a depressive spell- and I was hallucinating and convinced that I was hearing people talk to me, and distorted my vision so that it looked like stable objects were moving- I couldn't tell if I had really stopped my car or not when I was driving! How about the Depakote, which they ramped up the dosages so high to "help me", that I almost died of liver failure, and was so sick I don't even remember the time in the hospital where I had to fight to stay alive- all because it didn't seem to be as effective as they wanted it to be. Or the Klonopin, or the Wellbutrin, or the Paxil, or the Lamictal, or the Risperdal or Zyprexa, all of which made me sick? What about the Abilify, which took three months to work it's way out of my system, and only effectively made me exhausted to the point where I was only functional for three hours a day, and even then, not able to think straight? I had to drop out of school because of these drugs. I failed my classes, I lost jobs, I suffered from tremors that I still occasionally get to this day. But, I am fine now- and my doctors resoundingly agree. I didn't learn to cope, I started to heal. I haven't taken any daily medications (with the exception of birth control) in about two years now. How I get through things? I accept that I get highs and lows, and sometimes they can be extreme, if I am not careful. But I do the best I can to regulate my life in order to be functional and more than that, productive. I have to make sure I get enough sleep, and am consistent with my schedule. I need to eat healthfully. I need to exercise. I need to avoid caffiene in the afternoons and evenings. I can't push myself too hard, nor can I stay in bed all day, no matter how much I want to- I force myself up, even if just to take a walk or go for a drive. I stopped taking my meds, and everyone flipped out at me. But, I was a slave to taking pills that made me worse, six times a day- I had no life, really. It was like dying, just slowed down and less dramatic somehow. I had two choices- to feel things very strongly, and learn to live with it, or to never feel anything again, and be numb and sick forever. It didn't seem like there really was a choice- I need to feel, I need to be alive. I think there are some cases where medication is necessary. I think my father needs it, since he just medicates himself with other substances anyway. I don't think everyone can do it this way- and I am very lucky to be able to. I am also lucky to have people in my life who let me know if I'm going to far, or if I need to get my shit together again. So far, they have not had to remind me. But, I think every other possibility needs to be exhausted before medication becomes the answer, because it's a huge risk. I was going to be a doctor, until I looked at my life, and looked at the industry, and honestly knew that I could never gamble with the life of another as mine had been gambled with. I apologize for the length, and the airing of laundry that is less-than-clean, and the ranting. But, it's my experience and my position, and I thought it might be a good one to contribute. As always, hope this helps- and, please, feel free to send me a message if you want to know more about any of this. behindmirrors.
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