The trouble with mental illness

Is that you never know who you will wake up being.  I not only have bi-polar, and OCD (the severity depends on my medication level), but I also have a borderline personality disorder. I wake up every day wondering who I am today.  Am I the happy fun loving do gooder mom?  Am I the depressed I don't want to go outside hate the world you wife? Am I the crazy, ditsy lets do something stupid girl? (Last time I saw her was here)

The other problem though is that you never truly know what is the truth.  I spend 15 days feeling up.  The world is good. I'm convinced my medication is working.  I am running.  Eating good.  Doing everything right.  Working hard.  Obsessively cleaning my house.  I am HAPPY. 

Then two days later it crashes down and I'm fucked.  I can' concentrate on work. I'm overwhelmed at home.  I can't eat right.  I want to cry all the time.  I want to lock myself in my girl room and just be alone. 

I spend 98% of my life wondering if the medication ever worked or if I was just in an up period.  Is the medication not working or am I just PMSing this week.  I came home tonight overwhelmed.  Everything was hard.  The kids were crying, then laughing, then being total assholes and then the dog joined in and it was pure chaos in my house and my husband wasn't here and I couldn't have a glass of wine because I won't drink if I am alone with my children and I couldn't really walk outside for alone time because those little people and the four legged little person would follow me and the next thing I know I would be shooting those little fuckers with the hose and throwing apples at them.

My husband finally came home.  I walked outside to take the dog potty and sat down on the porch and I turned to see my husband sitting behind me.  Whispering in my ear, "I love you so much."  Then later grabbing my hand on the couch, looking at me, laughing and saying, "damn your in a mood huh," following by squeezing my hand and just being there with me.  But yes.  I'm in a mood.  I'm in, "the zone."  The danger zone.  The place where I don't know what is reality and what is all in my head.  It is scary to be here.  It is like the matrix, I don't know what my own reality is, I just fake it hoping no one catches on.  Obviously they will catch on because I'm talking about it now.

I want to believe the medicine is working this time.  I know it always works better if you think it will.  I'm working a little side job catering and I can't tell you how helpful it is.  To get out of the ordinary be around people, smile, get them loaded on wine, get tips for having a nice smile, and just plain having fun with food.  I love it.  I ran my first 5k.  At first I was disappointed in myself because my husband ran a half marathon and I only ran a puney little 5k.  Then I realized that on my RunKeeper program my goal was to run a real 5k AND I DID IT.  I completed a goal.  I set my mind to something, I wanted it, I followed through and I completed it.  Guess what, I'm doing it again Sunday!

I'm injured like a motherfucker and the only thing that heals a shin splint is rest.  But I can't actually rest much because I start getting looks like, "your a lame ass loser for not running every other day."  But then I go to the doctor or pharmacist and get a lecture about HOW MUCH I NEED TO REST AND KNOCK THIS OVER ACHIEVER SHIT OFF. 

I'm finding it hard to concentrate at work.  I've been taking a lot of time off.  My brain isn't functioning well there.  It's overwhelming.  Little shit bothers me.  Why can't other people in the office show up at 8am.  Why do I have two kids and a dog and I can show up pretty close to on time but the other girl who lives with one person can't get there one time?  Why can't she make a phone call to find out the price of an envelope?  Why can't she call the credit card company to figure something out?  WHY WHY WHY CAN'T SHE JUST TAKE SOME HEAT OFF ME AND DO HER JOB?  Why will she never change the toilet paper at work EVER?  I find myself so bothered by her I can't do my own work because I just want to go throw a stapler at her head.  I'm swamped in medical bills.  I try to pay all of my regular bills on time.  I do my best not to do frivolous shit and this girl comes in complaining about her bills and ten seconds later talks about the concert ticket she bought.  Talks about the large amount of fast food she bought, talks about ANYTHING BUT WHAT SHE SHOULD BE SPENDING MONEY ON.  Complains her paycheck is too low.  Which fine.  Spend your money how you want.  But when I put shit on your desk to do, easy shit, DO IT!  Don't fucking whine about it, do it IT'S HOURS.  IT'S A JOB.  IT'S WORK.  Quit giving this shit to me. 

When you see me in my office with a blank look on my face and my head in my hands COME IN AND ASK ME WHAT YOU CAN DO.  Stop complaining.  Stop whining, Jesus just shut the fuck up and do your job.

It is clear I. AM. IN. A. MOOD. I need to get out of the mood.  I need to get out and run.  I need my leg to stop feeling like  a crippling pain.  I need to just figure this out, get out of it.  Find myself and hope that one day I will wake up and not have to question which version of myself I am today.

That's the trouble with mental illness.  You just never know.  Ever. 

6 thoughts on “The trouble with mental illness

  1. I guess I didn’t help much by getting mad that the shop was not locked up. Sorry she is bugging you and the other ass hole is so under my skin right now.


  2. I don’t have a mental illness. Well one that’s actually diagnosed anyway. I gotta say – you sound like a completely normal working-trying-to-do-everything-and-have-some-kind-of-self-satisfaction-life woman to me. Being a mum is hard. Being a female in this day and age is hard. You still do it with an amazing amount of humour. You really are simply awesome.
    Also, um the stapler aimed at the co-workers head is not such a good idea no matter how much better it made me feel, um would make you feel I mean.


  3. ❤ you! Couldn't say it better. I've been having what seems like more mood swings, but then I don't think I'm going full depression to full hypo; so where am I?


  4. I’m bat shit crazy too! So sorry your in a mood. I hate it when I get that way. You are so lucky to have the husband you have. My husband is the same way, and I could never picture being married to any one else. Sometimes I think he must be just a little crazy to understand me. Your a great mom, wife, daughter and employee. I know cuz your still doing your job, the kids are still breathing, and the husband is still there! F*ck everything else it will still be there later.


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