Inside the Mind of a 28-Year-Old With Bipolar 2

If you are looking for me to say how much I hate my life with bipolar 2 disorder, you will not find it in this post. It does not define me, but it is a major part of who I am. If you erase my bipolar disorder, you erase me as a whole. I am never going to live without it, and I want to give others a taste of my reality. I do not place pressure on myself to be perfect. I am honest. This is my mind; this is my journey. Here is a little bit of what it is like to live in the mind of a 28-year-old diagnosed with bipolar 2 disorder.

A Constant Marathon Of The Mind.

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You are coasting along a straight path, then you struggle to get up that hill.  The pain is almost a high.  One moment you have no energy, another too much.  You feel like you are about to break, but don’t stop, you have to keep running.

My mind is like an ongoing story, that pauses when I go to sleep, and immediately starts up again when my eyes open. Never knowing where the story will go or what emotions it will bring out of you. Its exciting and petrifying all at the same time. There are moments when your mind is running so fast it is almost painful. Other times it allows you to see the world with depth, and gives you the ability to create. Regardless, it never stops, it is both exhausting and exhilarating.

So what do I do…Learning to harness my thoughts and utilizing my creativity to redirect my focus.

Never Content.

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If God had Bipolar, He would not have created the Earth in 7 days. He would still be in the creative process. The day I graduated from the College, all I could think about was “You can do better!  You have to do more Hannah! Nothing is ever good enough, and relaxing while patting yourself on the back is nearly impossible. Being content in my mind is one step from slipping off the balance beam.

So what do I do…I breathe more often, and I breathe deeper. I have added exercise of mind and body like yoga.

Emotions Run Deep.

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I hear a song and feel the pain inside the singer’s voice. I smell a flower and can feel its growth. I am sensitive to other people’s pain and hurt, to the point it keeps me up at night. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night crying so hard I cannot breathe.  I laugh as hard as I cry, I hurt as hard as I love.

So what do I do…I turn my pain into art by writing, drawing and creating to express these emotions.  Exercise gives me a healthy release.

Treading Water.

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Everyday my eyes open, and I have to tell myself to do everything I can to keep my head above water.  I am one slip from falling to the bottom on a daily basis.  Some days are harder than others, but I refuse to drown.

So what do I do…I keep moving forward.  I keep active.  I do not talk about my “struggle” often.  I volunteer to help others outside of myself.

The Lows Are Beyond Explanation.

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You are screaming at the top of your lungs, but no one can hear you.  It is not a headache, it is a cloud in your head that makes it almost impossible to see.  You have no energy to speak.  You are empty.  You are numb.  The light at the end of the tunnel seems so far.

So what do I do…Again, I turn these moments into some form of art.  I set a goal for myself every day, and hold myself to it. I remind myself that tomorrow is a brand new day.

The picture above is a picture from my journal days before I was hospitalized in 2010.  I have never shared it with anyone until now. Sending love to all my mental health warriors. You are bold. You are brave. You are brilliant. 

 

 

 

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