As I think I may have it and am really scared
I'm a regular, who has namechanged (badly and someone will probably recognise me) I changed name slightly so this wouldn't come up in search.
I have a long history of depression and although I was always a bit up and down when I was younger, I didn't have my first major ill period until my DS1 was about 6 months old and I was 33. I was diagnosed with PND and have been on and off ADs over the last eight years following roughly the same pattern.....have a major wobbly, go completely mental, get prescribed ADs, take them till I feel better, stop, muddle along for a few months until it all went pearshaped again....and so on and so forth.
A few years ago, I was pregnant with my DD and was, in the words of my DH, proper mental. I can't explain fully what I was like, as I only have a vague recollection of the period, but I was like a thing possessed. Everything had to be done instantly, I was flighty and impulsive, quick to temper and terrorised my lovely lovely beautiful DS1 (DH was working away and poor DS1 took the brunt of it all ). When DH was home at weekends I was throwing things, screamingm, hissy fits, the works. Anyhoo, he finally dragged me to the doctors when I was about 35 weeks pregnant, and was diagnosed with AND and placed under the care of the perinatal mental health team. they were brilliant, got me on medication and helped me get through the first months with a new baby. I was discharged from their care when I was about 6 months postnatal, and was, to all intents and purposes doing OK, but the hideous phases of being calm and lovely and then being utterly possessed were still going on. I was loathe to share the bad stuff with my HCPs as I treated my poor DH and DS1 appallingly when things were bad, screaming at them, charging round the house madly tidying up throwing things in the bin because they were cluttering up the floor. this all sounds pretty lame, but scared the pants of me whilst it was all happening.
To cut a long story short, I have been struggling with this for eight years and over the bir5th of three children, and recently things came to a head again. This time last week I was contemplating which would be fairer on my family; me disappearing into the ether or me killing myself I saw the GP on Monday and he has increased my meds, but I've had a week in a zombie like state where my poor DH has had to take a week off work as I was incapable of speaking and eating, let alone looking after three children. Today, I am feeling much better than I have for a very long time, but I am still contemplating my uselessness as a human being and thinking that my family would be much better off without me
I have recently been doing a bit of research into my symptoms, and the more I read, the more my depression fits the description of bipolar.
My question is though, are there degrees of bipolar? I ask this because my hyper, manic phases are maybe not as extreme as stuff I've seen portrayed in the media. I have taken riskes with my health, but not overly so(although recreational drug taking and sleepiong around have figured in the past); I have been flighty and impulsive, but it's things like re-painting the kitchen with the breakfast dishes are still on the table, waking up one morning and deciding to buy a new car and not stopping until I brought a new car home the same day. It all sounds a bit lame, when described through the dulling of the years, but it has been pretty intense at the time. these days my manicness manifests itself in going uttelry mad and deciding to clean the house from top to bottom (and woe betide any child whi steps in my way), getting all hung up on a project to the exclusion of all esle and then losing interest pretty quickly...Usborne Books, Nappy Advisor, knitting stuff to sell, wanting to learn guitar and buying a guitar which is now cobweb bedecked and ignored.
Anyhoo, it all sounds a bit lame, but the more I read of bipolar the more it fits the patterns of my life.
I would love to discuss this with my GP, or my MH team, but am scared I will get laughed out of the room. Am I being stupid and paranoid, or is it possible I have a less extreme form of the disease? I'm also pretty scared about the fact that the new meds have got me feeling suicidal, and am worried that this increased dose is making me feel more suicidal
God this is long and rambly and probably not making a lot of sense, but it feels good to write it down. I wish I could get over just how desperate things have been as it all sounds a bit lame when written down like this.
If anyone has stuck with it this long, can you shed any light on this? Should I talk to my HCPs or just shut up and get on with it.