‘Diversity creates healthy tribes. And a healthy tribe gives your life resiliency. And richness and flavor. Find your tribe. Love them hard. ‘
I think about my ‘tribe’ and my village so much. I wonder what my life would look like without them. And let me just say it would not look good. And I want to start by saying I feel so strongly that every person should have their village. And if you don’t find it! My tribe has been able to see when I’m starting to become manic even when I can’t. They’ve been able to show up and love me hard. They’ve been able to show up for my four little ones and love them hard. They’ve been able to bring me food. They’ve been a safe place to lean IN. They’ve been able to tell me the truth. They’ve pushed me to be better. They’ve never, ever made me feel less than or not worthy. They’ve pushed me towards my God. They’ve pushed me to be better AND to love me through that. They’ve made me laugh, they’ve helped me see the glass half full rather than the glass half empty. They have most certainly made me a better person, a better mother, a better wife, a better friend, a better sister, and a better daughter. And for this I am so forever grateful. I have found that having a village when you have mental illness is so, so important. Truly it makes such a big difference. And the best part is… I also get to be this for them when they need it. These people have truly saved my life and I’m so grateful for that. So, my point? Find YOUR tribe. Love them hard. Let them in on your treatment plan. And let them help, even when it seems hard. Let them do for you what you cannot do for yourself.
When I woke up this morning I stirred around for a few minutes in my comfortable bed and said good bye to my husband as he was leaving for work. I enjoyed some peace and quiet for a few moments. Really hearing the birds chirping out of our bedroom window. Feeling the sheets against my skin. Smelling the coffee, the coffee I needed to make still. As I laid there, I remembered that I had quite a busy day. Including a visit with my psychiatrist and a visit with my therapist. As I laid there thinking about those appointments I started to think about the past, the present and the future. I started remembering how just a few short weeks ago I was unable to sleep for days at a time, maybe getting two hours a sleep max, or so depressed that I was suicidal for days at a time. I remembered parts of those several nights of manic psychosis and remembered the misery. I also laid there thinking about how much fun my children have, how many places I take them because when I’m manic I plan and plan and plan and get very creative. I also remembered that moment my daughter came to me and told me that she wanted to just stay home today, that she didn’t want to go to all the places because she was tired. I remember the pain of that loaded statement from my four year old. I had been told several times that I’m always on the go, but it wasn’t until she said something that it hit me. And still I continue because I have Bipolar, things don’t just stop when you’re not being treated. In fact, most of the time I think I’m somewhat ok, now I know I’m not most of the time. When I have manic psychosis I know that I’m not ok. I then started thinking about the present, that in just a few short weeks so much can change. I have accepted my diagnosis of Bipolar 1, and have decided to be treated. Since starting the medications I have noticed a few changes, I’m not as manic, and not as aggravated or easily angered. I have had a few days of suicidal thinking, which still scares me and makes me feel guilty at times, makes me feel like how could I be thinking about this when I have such wonderful children and a wonderful husband and a wonderful husband. I have to remind my self to be gentle with myself, be kind to myself. I laid there thinking about how my husband hugged this morning and told me he was proud of me. I thought about my children’s sweet and gentle hugs and kisses. I laid there in that moment finding some peace in all of this. Finding the beauty in this messy thing we call life. Finding the beauty in my Bipolar. Finding the beauty in motherhood. Finding the beauty in being a wife. And all the other things I get to be today. I laid there thinking about how blessed I am. I thought about how I can’t wait to see what God had in store for me. Today I am grateful.
As I laid awake last night in my bed, with my husband lying next to me asleep, in the dark with thoughts racing through my head unable to fall asleep I had to remind myself that I had felt suicidal the last three days, despite the beautiful blessings I have in my life. I couldn’t come out of it. Then… yesterday, I woke up energized, ready to conquer the world, ready to take my children to school and get packing as we are in the process of moving, then head out to a girl friends house, then to dinner and had seriously contemplated going out after diner to enjoy the weather. Instead I went out and came home convinced that I should try to sleep as I know that today I had planned a very busy day for us. Heading to what my children call the “airplane park”, then lunch with my mom, then a festival close to my house, then home to do some more packing. My husband and a close friend of mine mentioned to me that I was talking a mile a minute and seemed very happy and was planning a lot. Still, I thought no, this will be great. So, last night I came home instead of going out to enjoy the weather, I walked into the house at 9:07 p.m. Once inside I realized I was too excited to sleep, so I made a small snack, came downstairs and did some work from home. At about 10:15 I went upstairs to take my medicines and to try to lay down. As I lay next to my husband all I could do was lay awake thinking and counting my blessings. Yes, I know I was experiencing mania, but I do have quite a bit to be grateful for. My children are pretty healthy, my son has special needs, but he is happy and doing well in school. My daughter is also doing very well, she is four and wonderful. My marriage is surviving mental illness, which is incredible. My family is supportive, as are my friends. If you had asked me a year ago if I would be dealing with all of this right now, I wouldn’t of believed you. But here I am today dealing with Bipolar 1, willingly getting help. As I laid in bed awake it was hard not to think about that day about 3 weeks ago. I had been manic for about four days and then I broke. I snapped and couldn’t control it. It was an out of body experience. Which I have had before, but this time I could see it a little bit better. I knew I needed help. I am reminded today that I have many many wonderful blessings in my life. Including the willingness to get help for my Bipolar 1. I have to remind myself daily, that this is ok, and accept it piecemeal. It’s hard, some days are harder than others, but it’s doable. I am grateful for the people who continue to remind me that it’s ok. Someone reminded me last night to enjoy this one peaceful moment, even if that means it’s only for 2 seconds or 5 minutes. I struggle to do that. I hope one day I can learn to pause in those moments. Right now I am grateful for my beautiful blessings.