There is a question tends to haunt those of us who live with mood disorders, especially in the early months of adjusting to a diagnosis or in the aftermath of breakdown:
Who Am I?
There is this persistent fear that, if the highs and lows of this “disorder” should ever hit equilibrium, what will be left?
And will that stable “me” be the real me or a medicated artifact?
The theory is that mood disorders are typically associated with “normal” periods but as most of us know, mania and depression can simmer under the surface, felt rather than observed for a long time. When symptoms burst through resulting in “abnormal” thoughts, actions and behaviours, those around us rarely understand that these are beyond our control. And because insight is impaired, when we are at our most unstable we are often the last to know just how far off the rails we have run. All this is further complicated when a mood disorder exists in conjunction with addictions or trauma or other chronic conditions.
Having a mood disorder is like living with ghosts.
But we own those ghosts. They are us. Everyone has them.
Ours just like to try to steal the stage, set the agenda, write the script and direct the show.
Maybe that is why I am drawn to so much fantastic literature lately… allowing the ghosts of others to distract me from my own.
5 thoughts on “Making peace with our ghosts”
Love this a lot, I’m going to reblog it.
Reblogged this on bipolardyke and commented:
I like this post so much. I think I need to add to my list of bipolar benefits, the fact that there is a lot of great writing about it out there. Even better when it’s BY us, not simply about us.
LikeLiked by 1 person
”what the fuck have you been doing” is another regular question i ask myself. Not always able to answer it though.
Sometimes I am not sure I really want to know…
It’s so easy to romanticize this illness–the Edgar Allen Poe-ness of it. I, too, have been attached to the highs and lows, just as a way to identify myself. But I don’t think I’m either/or, the medicated or unmedicated, the dysfunctional or proper citizen. In the center of all that is my core, a part of me the bipolar disorder isn’t. That’s the part that can’t be lost. That’s the part that can take responsibility, the part that offers compassion to all the other parts. That’s where I try to live.
LikeLiked by 1 person