BP Relationship Pain – Breaking it Down

My bipolar II is affecting my partner, and I’m not sure how to reverse the hurt it has caused, mainly because I don’t remember a lot. My partner is one of those people that has a chronically joyful smile and is just the salt of the earth; he’s reliable and his goodness has seemed boundness.  He is one of the loveliest and kindest-hearted people I’ve ever known.  My BPII seems to be affecting that – a lot.

I have substantial memory problems from depression and some from ECT.  My partner told me recently that I have said some mean things over the past few years in both relative wellness and illness.  I can’t remember any of those things, and it’s distressing because I feel like I’m being held accountable for things I do not remember saying.  I have examined this, and I do not think he is using gaslighting, a form of emotional abuse, or that he is exaggerating his feelings or the truth.  What he says I said is in line with what I *would* say.  I simply do not remember saying it.

I am trying to swallow the reality that I have said extensively hurtful things, and I’m trying to figure out how to resolve them.  Some of the things that hurt him are my truth, such as how I feel about the mental load in our relationship or how motherhood has affected my sense of self.

We had very few relationship concerns until we were hit with the motherload of major life stressors in a period of about three years: a stressful pregnancy and postpartum period, becoming new parents, a mental illness diagnosis, buying a new house and unemployment.  It seems like everything now is festering under the surface, and it’s hard to know what to say or not say.  More importantly, it’s hard to know what to do.  I like the saying, “Love is a verb.”  I believe it is.  I’m not very good at showing my love through my mental illness.  I’m angry I have bipolar.  It’s hard for me to feel love because most of the time I hate living.

I have been critical of my dedicated partner, and he’s doing his best.  I’ve been expecting perfection, but he’s doing his best.  I find fault with him because I’ve basted in my own faults for so long that I know them thoroughly.  Maybe I was getting bored criticising my own faults, and that’s why I’ve moved to his.  I feel self-hate and since he is an extension of me maybe that feeling has been oozing onto him.  I realize some of this is toxic thinking and not BPII.

The learning I need to do is to figure out

  • what is my unhelpful thinking?
  • what emotions are his responsibility to identify and manage?
  • where did I cause harm and what can I do about it?
  • how can I prevent it again?
  • how can we both get better at sharing, hearing and responding to the needs of each other?

Any other ideas?  Thanks for reading.

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Losing Lithium’s Side Effects, Gaining Sodium Valproate

Lithium has caused some nasty side effects for me over the past few years.  I did not even realize that my symptoms were likely a direct result of the drug despite working very closely (once weekly) with my psychiatrist.  I have been on other medicines while taking lithium, but I’m fairly certain most of what I felt must be chronic issues one gets in their mid-30s are actually lithium-related.  Some of my side effects have been:

  • Increased thirst, especially at night (I can easily down 3 litres throughout the night)
  • Increased urination, especially at night (waking 6+ times a night)
  • Weird headaches
  • Decreased appetite sometimes
  • Weight gain
  • Vomiting
  • Poor memory often affecting my work life and household tasks
  • Feeling weak all over on occasion
  • Shakiness in my hands on occasion
  • A weird pressure in my stomach that feels a bit like nausea
  • Developed problems with my thyroid
  • Hair loss (Lithium caused thyroid issue which caused hair loss, from my understanding).

Now, a caveat to these symptoms is that some of them are related to having too much lithium in my system (severe headaches, vomiting, and diarrhea).   These can be dangerous, and I know my lithium levels needed a dosing change.  However, even when my blood tested at my optimum lithium level (over .7), I still had most or all of these symptoms at times.

Most of my symptoms were probably exacerbated at times by my binge eating disorder since salt and fluid intake influences lithium levels in the blood.  For the most part, me being on lithium probably did not work great because it was a crap shoot to keep my lithium level since my eating habits vary so widely.  I think I’ve mentioned this before, but taking Vyvanse (a drug for binge eating disorder and ADHD) has made a HUGE, HUGE, HUGE difference in my binge eating problems.  I have lost a few kilos, and I usually cannot follow through on my impulse to binge.

My feedback on sodium valproate (brand names depakote, epilium) will be forthcoming as it builds up in my system.  I started it today, and of the side effects I’ve read about, I’m most nervous about weight gain, nausea and memory issues.

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Bipolar 2 Symptoms That Don’t Make Sense

As always, I’m a person with lived experience and not a medical professional.  (Which I find is more often valuable for other folks, anyway).  Enjoy!

The past couple of days I have been in my bed.  It has been a legitimate, all-consuming love affair with the comfort and warmth of my bed.  I averaged about 21 hours a day asleep or in a foggy, dreamlike trance that felt like sleep.  At around 2 PM today, I woke and wanted to leave my bed.  I haven’t returned.  Why was I there in the first place, and what suddenly switched in me to want to do all sorts of stuff?


So with Bipolar 1, it seems pretty cut and dry: mania or depression.  Yeah, I don’t have that.  I don’t even have hypomania and depression.  I have a lot of mixed states where I feel rage and confusion teamed with highly suicidal depression.  I often find myself “sneaking” out of the house in a rage at midnight about 500 metres in the rain.  I park, have a good cry and have intense feelings that someone is stalking around the car.  I freeze with paralysis then finally work up the courage to drive back home and go back to bed.  I don’t think I’m God, sleep with strangers or spend my life savings on lavish things I don’t need.  I get up and go to work the next day (mostly).  The main thing I feel is a weird, secret, shameful pain that I am batshit crazy but that only one other person in this universe besides me knows that.


Depression makes me harmless like a wet noodle on a bench.  Depression with energy makes me a danger to myself.  I wept the other day – like truly wept – when I felt a huge truck whizzed past me as I was getting into a parallel parking space that faced the road.  I was DEVASTATED that I had missed my opportunity to die.  I pulled myself together and went onto work pretending that I had not just come literally within inches of taking my own life.  Like seriously, nobody asked me the BS of “R U OK?” because I was high on life, or so they thought.

People That Don’t Get It

The reason I have mixed feelings about R U OK? Day is because most people have zero clue about how to inquire beyond R U OK?  If they do happen to ask with more depth and insightfulness, what do they do with that information?  There are limited services available, particularly free and around the clock.  If a service is available, most of them are average.  I sometimes think my sanity is more on par than some of the overworked and underpaid people employed by mental health organizations.  Many of us with persistent mental illnesses have had “forced fun” with these services at some point or another so often they are not comforting.  They represent a miserable cycle.


If I could predict these feelings they would be much easier to manage, but years of trying to mood map, journal, blog, etc., has not improved my self-knowledge in this area.  I have a complex life recipe I try to mix together each day to make things in life tolerable.  The main keys that consistently help are to maintain employment somehow and to somehow keep my partner happy and connected with me.  Otherwise, I do the normal diet, exercise, limit consumption of types of info (like news and Facebook), avoid boredom, pat the dog, sleep enough, keep a schedule for everything, bathe, do mindfulness, connect with friends, get sunshine, take my meds religiously, go to my doctors’ appointments like my life depends on it, be one with nature, etc.  You name it….I have probably done it, become bored with it, “rediscovered” it (often after ECT causing me to forget I did it in the first place), and done it again with a similar result.  If someone suggests I colour another mandela, I will probably act like a 7-year-old, roll my eyes and scream uncontrollably.  That shit don’t work (for me that is).   Even when drugged up beyond recognition in hospital, I found colouring in patterns painfully boring.  Give it a go though.  It might be your cup of tea.  I won’t judge you.  🙂

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Suicidal yesterday, good today

Trigger Warning: I talk about some dark stuff here.

Last week about this time I was in such great emotional pain that I was thinking about suicide every few minutes.  I pulled up to a roadside diner that had parallel parking on the road.  When I got out of the car I was feet away from traffic screaming by.  I could feel the gush of air from a Mac truck just feet away from me, and the only thing I could think of is that I had missed my chance.  I obsessed about how I would plan another perfect opportunity.  They would say it was a tragic accident.  I called the Suicide Call Back Service while I hid away in my office.  I hung up thinking, “What the hell am I doing calling them from work?”  I somehow stayed alive.  The death in my thoughts left as easily as it came.

This week, life is working for me.  I can’t figure out how or why I was suicidal (again).  I did miss one dose of meds (something that is extremely odd for me), but I still don’t understand the contrast of feelings.  I physically and mentally feel different when I’m suicidal.  I am working on ways to explain HOW the feelings are different.  I’ll break it down one day once I can keep track of it when I’m in a negative space.  All capacity for blogging, tracking, talking, caring, etc., goes out the window.  Now I am good.  Now I’m getting back on track.  I’m not sure why.  I’ve learned that I will be knocked over again soon.  Nonetheless, I keep on going for now.

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How Culture, Communication and Relationships Hinder BP Progress

Over the course of my BP II discovery and diagnosis (anywhere from 5-20 years), I have lived in 2 distinct cultures where the communication expectations varied greatly.  Both discourage speaking up assertively or transparently.  Conflict in one culture is ignored and suppressed whereas it is handled passive-aggressively in the other culture.  What does this have to do with mental health?  A lot.  Unhelpful communication norms are likely found in most cultures, and I believe this has had a far reaching impact on my mental health.  I find this particularly profound as a woman where there is even more pressure to fit society’s social expectations.

As an immigrant, I did not realize the toll that communication mores would have on my ability to express emotions or ideas.  I believe that neither culture I have lived in is ideal for encouraging healthy communication, but the adjustment from one to the other has taken more than a decade to finally identify the subtleties that can trigger and worsen my BP II symptoms. For example, in my old culture, I could say something that a listener might not agree with like, “The minimum wage should be a living wage.”  They might sarcastically or dramatically respond, “…yeah, like that’ll happen… .”  Their opinion is clear enough and shows they are not in support of what I said.  In my new culture, the response to my same, unsupported statement would be, “mmmmm.”  This “mmmmm” is the same response when someone says the weather is nice or that a politician is crazy – whether they agree with it or not.  It’s a polite “out” where no opinion is expressed.

Even beyond cultural considerations are the communication norms that begin to evolve in a relationship where someone has BP.   The other partner develops their own language of dealing with the inconsistencies of conversations with BP me.  It’s the language of quiet.  It’s not exactly stonewalling by purposely blocking conversation, but it is strategically communicating to keep from rocking the boat.  The intent is to keep me on an even keel. However, it has the equivalent effect to the “mmmmm,” but it is more blunt in its delivery because, as an intimate partner, they are expected to give and take in communication instead of cautiously tiptoeing around my illness.

The reason this affects BP so much is that it loves silence and loneliness.  When people do not engage in a way that opens conversations wider, there is no place for the thoughts or feelings to go except for to be swallowed deep back inside.  Over time, bipolar me realizes I should not utter them in the first place because they will end up regurgitated back in my gut whether I tried to talk or not.  This is what illness feels like.  When depressed, my thoughts and feelings are swallowed again like a bottle of pills.  My thoughts that were not thoughtfully considered and given solid air time by another person become pieces of poison that rip into my gut and destroy my ability to be awake and engaged in this world.  When hypomanic or in a mixed episode, the same conversation pieces that were ignored become a painful and rebellious liquor I swallow.  When conversation is diverted to keep me quiet, my feelings come out as anger, rebelliousness and carelessness.

My health comes at the expense of keeping society, family, a partner or culture comfortable and content.  These groups often use tactics that shorten life’s important, difficult or longer conversations, especially on someone experiencing bipolar.  Cutting this conversation potential away from someone with bipolar might be from frustration, fear, a lack of awareness or aloofness.  However, it is damaging to my bipolar because my voice needs to get out.  The more I swallow my words, the more my body feels like a crypt holding phrases that could have been discussed to keep me vibrant, resilient and connected.


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I was having what you might call a “bad day.”  Thoughts of suicide were clinging to me, and I was neither asleep or awake.  Nobody noticed the lead up when I was asking to get together for a coffee, but suddenly I was a chosen charity case. My family thought I should come with them.  I did.  I slept about 16 hours straight and was awakened by whispers.  They were whispers about me.  It was if though they were stripping away my skin and exposing my wearied soul to everyone who wanted juicy gossip.  The quiet woke me, and I was frenzied to get away as fast as I could.  I collected my things and left without eye contact or words because they were too painful.  I was ashamed beyond the hell that burnt my dwindling sense of humanity.

I do not know how to recover from the betrayal and stigma that was their entertainment.   “Oh, but they were just worried about you.”  Lovely.  Maybe when I am less vulnerable but still unwell they could notice.  It was as though they were watching a tightrope act and only saw the risk after the ambulance took the performer away from a 10 story fall.

Even worse, I described my hypomania and depression to my family, and they continued to share their narrowed world view that, “She’s great when she’s great, but she’s not when she’s not.”  It is such an oversimplified, inaccurate, insulting and dangerous way to conceptualize my illness.  In fact, when I’m “great” are the most troubling times because irritability, energy, and depression are often a cocktail of dangerous feelings waiting to explode into a grand finale.


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The Girl Who Told Me ‘Think Positively’

I had my first conversation with a relative who has never had real depression.  She said that she does have, “down days,” and that what works for her is to think positively.  It was a loaded comment which I believe had connotations that if I do what she does, I will not be like I am.  She did add, “maybe that doesn’t work for you” with a tone that felt like she would say any second, “…but it should!”  She was inferring that if only I can “think positively,” this emotional pain that cuts my brain like an embedded fishhook will not have days where eating tastes like swallowing balls of sandpaper, where fear grips my eyes closed, where I only hear static and where the closest I come to relating is found in a spot on my grey bedroom wall.

I wanted to scream when she told me these things about how she just “switches” her thinking.  As she talked about this, she swirled her delicately manicured fingers like she was twisting a soft serve waffle cone to effortlessly catch all the beautiful ribbons of creaminess.  Her body language and explanation of this mood altering process was as airy, free and thoughtless.  She explained the ability to shift moods and thoughts with relative ease.

I had one of those smiles with my lips upturned and my eyes blank.  What was the use in trying to explain my horror?  It would put me in a category of being a freak, unstable or totally unrelatable.  Balancing my moods by thinking of something different is only a portion of the equation. Shifting moods and thoughts is more like trying to loosen the hot, over-tightened dirty bolts on a hubcap with your bare hands.  They are unlikely to budge, but the person trying to dislodge them will expend a whole lot of effort despite the hard work.  It takes an entire life of hard work.  I have to watch every detail I do – food, exercise, rest, water, triggers, meds, med side effects, travel, drinking, caffeine, socializing, isolation, extremes, blood tests, weight gain, therapy, mindfulness, etc.  The list continues.

In fairness, this relative does not know I have bipolar II.  Most people do not.  It is easier to just say, “oh, I have a bit of depression.”  People get that.  They think they can relate to it. Close friends I tell, “I have Depression with a big ‘D'”.  Telling most people you have bipolar is comparable saying, “I have a puss-filled blister on my groin.”  Nobody wants to know that shit*.  People do not want you to have a nasty condition simply for the fact that it makes them uncomfortable you shared it.  Those closest to me say, “I don’t know what to do” or, “I just want it [the bipolar] to go away.” The answer is that I do not really know what to do either.  I think it would be swell for it to disappear.  However, I think that treating someone equally, with respect, with compassion and with independently researched knowledge about their condition are the keys in knowing what to do, what to say and for bloody good reasons what not to say.

*People that really love you will want to know so they can help you survive it.  They do not judge you – they lean into you.  I have just a few of those folks, but they are who give me a reason for trying to stay alive even though it is hard for me and them.  I hope that everyone has at least one person that “gets them” in this way. xo


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