Now...
I want you to imagine you go to the doctor for a routine check-up. They ask you the same questions, and you answer nonchalantly but honestly. They put the stethoscope to your chest and ask you to breathe in, and out.
"How's your breathing been?"
"Fine", you reply, "Same as always."
"No, it's not," the doctor replies, "You can't breathe at all!"
You find that strange, "No really, I'm fine. I'm breathing right now. Haven't had anything out of the ordinary. A simple cough, occasionally. Nothing strange, though."
"No! You can't breathe at all! You're not breathing right now! You're not breathing!"
That's the best comparison I can think of when I was asked if I was alright, and I said yes, and the doctor told me no. I'm not. A doctor who had seen me for 5 minutes of my whole life. I started to think of friends and family who have said the same, "No, you're not okay." And I start to think, I'm not? I thought I was... I feel fine... but I'm not?
I get stuck in traffic, and I'm aggravated. "You're not okay."
I forgot to send an email, and I'm stressed. "You're not okay."
I think of a friend who's passed, and I'm sad. "You're not okay."
The reason I'm saying this is because through living with my mental illness, and I'm sure others will agree with me... NOT. EVERYTHING. IS. A. SYMPTOM. !!!
When someone who isn't diagnosed with a mental illness is sad, THEY'RE JUST SAD.
When someone who is diagnosed with a mental illness is sad, they're unstable and need help.
Sometimes, it is a symptom, I don't want to discredit that at all. Depression, anxiety, paranoia, loss of interest, sleeplessness.. they are all symptoms. Sometimes.
Sometimes, though, a person is just sad. They're just stressed. They just can't sleep.
But they're still okay.
And telling them they are not can make them feel as if their emotions aren't valid.
You know how when a friend thinks you're mad at them, but you're really not, but they just won't quit?
"I know you're mad at me. Just tell me why you're mad. Please stop being mad at me."
But no matter how much you tell them you're not mad, they just don't believe you. Until finally, you ARE mad. Not because of any reason they thought of before, but because they just wouldn't stop telling you that you are mad at them. That can happen with mental illness, too.
You tell someone enough times that they aren't okay, they start analyzing too many things until they're not okay anymore.
I understand people can be concerned, and it's out of love and care. But if you ask me if I'm okay, and I tell you I am, either I REALLY AM OKAY, or I don't trust you enough to tell you if I wasn't. Either way, consistently questioning whether or not I really am, isn't going to solve anything. It only makes me personally feel like I'M not being trusted by you, which will likely only make me colder towards you.
But, every person is different. The brain is a vast but beautiful thing that we have very little understanding of. It's only been since the 1960's that mental illness reform has really taken place, effectively disproving the stigma that mental illness equals insanity. It's only been since the 1960s that those suffering from mental health started to be considered patients and not inmates, as dangerous and evil as prisoners. It's only been since the 1990s that SSRI's have become popular, like Prozac and Zoloft. We really don't understand enough about it to generalize it in any way.
Which brings me to...
Treatment. What happened to the right to refuse treatment, or at least have a say in your treatment? With Bipolar they act like if someone is 'off their meds', they're immediately going on a stabbing spree or something. I know it can be scary because I might not know when something is happening to me because it's 'in my head', but at the same time, I don't think I'll ever be able to understand the signs I should be looking for if I'm constantly medicated away from them. Chances are, I'd be the first person to realize if something is wrong. I'm also in contact with family and friends daily. They'd LIKELY notice too. It's not like overnight I'm going to turn into a 3 headed monster or float into a never ending abyss. Kidding. I know they're really worried about 'harm to myself or others'. But, again, it won't be something that happens overnight. If it was a person who had, say, cancer. And the doctor offered chemotherapy. And the patient refused, and decided to try holistic medicine or a shaman or something first. Sure, as a doctor and science-based thought process, they might think it's a waste of time and it probably won't work. But, that person is still in charge of their care, so they try the holistic thing out. Why am I not allowed to try my own 'holistic' medicine? Let me try valerian root, coloring, chamomile tea, and yoga. I've become so much more aware of what my own 'manic' episodes look like, and while I can't always control sleeplessness or depression, I do things to counteract them safely. Probably safer than half the meds I was taking. Chamomile tea has never made me throw up daily for a month. Abilify did. Coloring will not permanently damage my kidneys. Lithium has been linked to renal failure.
I know fully well there's a very large chance this method won't work forever. But it might work for a year. Or thirty. Again, no two people who are bipolar are the same. I tried over a dozen different medications and dosages in 8 years of all this. I want to try something else. Just like with the dozen different medications, it became apparent to me at a certain time that either the dosage or the medicine itself wasn't working. What did I do? I saw my doctor! So, I think it's pretty safe to say, if I start to lose myself trying these other methods, I'd see my doctor. I don't have much control over this illness, and I'm going to be struggling with it forever whether I'm medicated or not. I should be able to control how I'm treated.
This became a little more rant-like than I intended. I suppose once I got going, I had a lot to say. And while I hope you gained something from this, if you didn't, that's okay. Because I gained a lot by saying it.

