Certraline, that was what caused so much hassle for me. Aripiprazole was awful too. It made me so uncomfortably twitchy and restless. Instead of taking me off it (it’s my psych’s favourite antipsychotic) she put me on Propranalol to try and calm it down, which didn’t work but she kept increasing the Aripiprazole to 20MG. In the end it got so I couldn’t sleep at all. I went for 2 weeks without sleep until she put me back on Quetiapine.
Nowadays I flatly refuse any more long term meds. With all the shitty side affects and the weight gain I just don’t want the stress. It’s not like I can stop and feel ill for a few weeks while they get into my system, I have a child to look after. I’m sticking with the lithium, plus the occasional sleeper when I’m desperate, although even those are almost impossible to get hold of. Diazepam is about the only thing that works for me and the GP won’t prescribe them without a fight.
I tend to get tattoos when I’m hyper. Luckily there’s only one I don’t like. I shave my hair so can’t do weird stuff to that. I’ve got a lot of shoes though, and quite a large collection of guitars and sound equipment. I’ve a habit of going out and blowing half my savings on a new guitar, which is lovely, but unnecessary, plus I just don’t have space to store them.
I also go out on my own and talk to random people, probably annoy the hell out of them. I can be rather full on and over share, and then tear myself to pieces afterwards. Sometimes I feel like I’m better off on my own, because then I can’t act a dick, but I don’t really having no friends and no life. It’s a vicious circle.
I’ve decided to put bipolar out of my mind altogether. Then I can’t worry and obsess over it. Maybe if I pretend like it’s not there it’ll go away...?