Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Turning the Page

Crazy pill count:
AM 2 Ativan, 90 Cymbalta, 10 Viibryd, 5 Zyprexa, 50 Lamictal, 10 Adderall
afternoon 1.5 Adderall
PM 2, 10 Viibryd, 50 Topomax

I have shared the fabulous The Daily Rock with you before, and today's Daily Rock is:

And so we do. We turn the page. And we begin again.
When we have bipolar disorder we can feel like we are constantly turning the page of our moods.

Which brings me to a request from the The You Are Awesome Topic Request Survey:
How do I know if it's rapid cycling or just normal cycling?

By definition rapid cycling is having more than four episodes of mania or depression in one year. There is also ultra-rapid cycling which is episodes that lasts only a few days or ultrdian that consists of multiple episodes in the same day.

I roll with the ultra-rapid cycling peeps and often experiences ultrdian. What makes it trickier is I can have a depression that lasts a few weeks with a few days or hours or mania or a mixed episode mixed in. It's the roller coaster ride that never ends. It can feel like turning the page a thousand times a day. Boy is it a doozie.

Whether you are a normal, rapid, ultra-rapid, or ultradian cycling peep, deep in my heart I feel your struggle and your pain. This bipolar business is for the birds!

You can always check out The Joy of Being Bipolar: Everyday moods that destroy your day Chapter 200 (I know this book is getting really long) for some encouragement: Can I handle another episode? Damn straight!

So what do we do about this?
Is there anything we can do about this?

I don't know about you, but I find it very difficult to feel like a slave to my brain chemistry, a prisoner of war to my moods. It's so easy for me to feel like I have no control over what is happening to my moods.

But guess what I do.
We do.

Crack open your trusty textbook again. The Joy of Being Bipolar: Everyday moods that destroy your day Chapter 3: Damn, Girl, Take Those Pills!

Crazy pills are our weapons. But we have to take them. And we have to take them diligently. We have to call our doctors any time we experience any undesirable up or down so they can recommend the appropriate ammunition:

fog bomb



red ryder

whoopee cushion

most likely beloved crazy pills

There is a very different course of action for every very different mood episode. So if we communicate with our doctors we can nip these episodes in the bud as quickly and effectively as possible.

All I know is that you, my sweet friends, are too precious and too dear to suffer when you don't need to.

So please, pretty, pretty, please, with a cherry on top, call your doctor and take your pills.

I want you to live the life you imagine.
Because you can.

Until next time...


  1. May today be a day filled with moments you have imagined.
    Love to you, Bacon Girl !

    1. Thank you, sweet friend! I wish the same to you!

  2. I don't mean to sound all poor me and like I'm feeling sorry for myself. I'm very grateful to feel like I feel since the Lamictal. But...lol....when you say live the life you imagine, I cannot imagine that being possible. How does a person with such varying moods dream of that?

    Is this another question? lol big huge hug. love this post :) Also added her blog to mine! Thanks for the link!

    1. It's okay to feel sorry for yourself - varying moods suck! But we can still live a life we imagine. It just takes a while to get there. And perhaps we can't live that life EVERY day...but the further we get with our treatment, the closer we get to it being closer to our reality. I won't ever lie to you. Ever. Bipolar disorder is the pits! But it doesn't always have to be. We can have that life we imagine...it's just more challenging for us...and the life we imagine we might have to alter the "imagine" part a little bit. And does that suck? Yes, of course it does. But it can still be a beautiful imagine, it's just a different imagin. Am I making any sense? Oh, Grace, I love you.

  3. I turn the page every day(and stay on that page)or 3 times a day, but this is harder to pick up on as a case of "Should I be worried?", particularly as I present well! Makes for 1 hell of a nightmare for my psychiatrist!