wipes away a proud tear
Thank you for telling me that. (Truly, sincerely, no snark whatsoever.) I’m truly glad to hear it, and wish you nothing but the best for improved health and happiness.
psst we’re in The Pit, Twicks. You need to say the thing…
Fucking *hated * Wellbutrin. I took it for your run-of-the-mill-lock-her-in-the-booby-hatch depression. I snooped around on line and saw a gajillion things they’re using to treat BPD. You might want to talk to your doctor. My understanding is that although you can’t avoid the ups and downs, you should feel pretty good when you get the right stuff and you’re not cycling. YMMV, of course.
My BIL hasn’t seen a doctor in decades. He used to just stay in his room for years when he was down. Now he’s taken to having his sister arrested for things like making a local call on her mother’s phone (the three of them live together) and her flicking a gum wrapper at him when he got verbally abusive. He’s a hideous beast anymore.
I’ll take care of it.
FUCKWIT!
Hey, asshole – back off!
Inigo – you’re a fuckwit.
Sorry. I’m such a maroon sometimes.
Ah, bite me biatch.
(Something is wrong with me, I can only be insulting in the pit when I’m kidding. I should work on that.)
Inigo, sorry for singling you out - from that particular post, I’d gathered (wrongly) that you weren’t trialling medications to see if you could offset the worst of the problem. If I’d been less emotionally/mentally drained at that point, I’d have researched your previous posts before assuming anything. It wasn’t fair of me to use you as an example without looking more deeply into it.
I do understand about medication not working as intended - fortunately I dodged the bullet of bipolar but I’ve always suffered from Depression (the sort that locks you in a house for months at a time) and went through some very bad reactions - most notably with Prozac, which I’m still surprised didn’t kill me. I firmly believe my error was in trusting my GP to know anything at all about mental illness other than it’s Not A Good Thing. That was stupid on my part, and also irrational - I’d hardly look to him for any other specialist advice, so why assume he knew what he was doing when it came to brain chemistry?
So anyway, I do understand the badness that can come from bad medications.
In my aunt’s case, she has medication that works just fine. She admits that, but only ever sticks with it for a short time - a couple of months, maybe - before creating some reason to go off them. Reasons have included such things as “I have guests coming and need to clean the house, and I can’t do that while I’m sleeping*” and “So-and-so really needs me to be there for them right now**” … but the most popular is “I miss the highs”.
At least that one’s honest, but that doesn’t make it any easier.
My mother, on the other hand, simply believes that everyone else has a problem, that they’re just trying to hurt her feelings, and that there’s no way she needs medicating. :rolleyes:
- note the lack of such qualifiers as “eight hours a night”, although that’s what she actually means. What she *wants *is no sleeping at all, other than when forced to exhaustion - and then only for a couple of hours.
** because when you’re going through a rough patch, what you really want is the company of a completely irrational, massively sleep-deprived person who will cackle at stuff that isn’t at all funny and say any number of hurtful (or inappropriately lewd) things because the brain is wired directly to the mouth.
Bottom line is, as long as you’re still working with your doctor, there is hope of having a joyful life. Keep at it. If this doctor doesn’t seem like he’s working hard to help you, find someone who will. There are lots of options out there and chances are one of them will change your life.
Eh, go fuck yourself. 
Word. Prozac was one hell of a ride. I was high as a kite for the first couple months on it–which I knew was a bad sign but I was having a lot of fun! And then eventually it dumped me so hard I couldn’t muster the wit to get over to my buddy’s house with an excuse to borrow my guns for “a day at the range.” Yeah, I’m a gun owner. At least I have the sense to keep them in the custody of someone who knows my issues. I don’t think I’ve ever crashed that hard for that long. That also was a prescription from a GP. The Brain Care Specialist I ended up going to had a few things to say about doctors who prescribe Prozac for someone who is clearly BP. I think “attempted murder” was one insinuation he made.
bleah, this is turning into a lollipops and puppdogs thread…maybe we can start pitting on something else. But I guess it wouldn’t be appropriate to change the course of a thread like that either. Oh well, guess we’ll just have to be nasty. Let’s see um…ok, I got one:
Your mamma so dumb she like, stupid!!
Sometimes these drugs can be a real trade-off.
Said by a friend of mine who is bipolar and borderline:
“With or without drugs, the only happiness I ever get from life is playing music and making art. Every drug they’ve given me has taken that away completely. I have nothing.”
So she chooses to avoid those pills and live in hell just for that little bit of time that she can feel alive.
Though I “only” have severe, chronic depression myself, I can empathize with her viewpoint.
For a good autobiographical recount from a person diagnosed bipolar who does not (voluntarily) do psych meds, read Kate Millett’s The Loony Bin Trip.