I have received a few comments and a few messages about some of the things I've posted here. It seems that I've worried a few people with my refusal to take medications for the illness I have. But I wanted to explain that just because I don't want to take medicine, does not mean I'm not doing anything to manage this.
Every day of my life I'm managing this illness. I have been managing it long before I ever had a diagnosis. That only came recently. But the condition is not new. Before, I never knew what was happening or that it had a name. But I still managed it.
I am quite certain that if you knew me, you'd never have a clue about what I struggle with. I wouldn't tell you. And I can be a great actor, so you'd never know. The only people in my life who know about this are the ones who have lived with me for any length of time. They've seen all sides to me. But the rest of the world sees me quite differently.
I've been told by many people that I'm funny and I'm excellent at making people smile and laugh. I'm a good friend. I'm always there when someone needs me. If I'm feeling low, I'm able to push aside my own problems to help someone else. I'm smart and I have a good job. I rarely miss work and have never missed work due to this illness.
This is my secret struggle. On the surface, people assume I'm fairly well put together. Yes, I have quirks and simple flaws that I show them. No one is perfect, even if I wish I was. But I'm careful to show just enough weakness so that I seem human, and no one will try and delve any deeper than that. I hold myself together most of the time.
My mind might be in turmoil, but no one around me knows that. And it's because I have practice managing my moods. Do I ever break and have the facade crash down around me? Yes. It happens. I can't lie and say I've never broken the act because I've already shared here a part of myself when I was in shreds. My girlfriend has seen the act dissolve. My family has too. And a few close friends.
But I always bring myself back from that edge. I'm still here. I'm still standing. And even though I do want to give up sometimes because I'm just plain tired, I haven't yet. I can't. Because I'm stronger than that. And even if my methods don't match what others and the medical society feel I should be doing, I still have methods. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here now.
I'm still searching for new and better methods though. Every waking moment of my life, I'm searching for answers and ways to cope and looking for the meaning in it all. I have a few days here and there where I just don't care anymore. I just want to curl up in a ball and float away. My mind needs to rest. It can't think anymore. But once the darkness lifts, I'm ready to tackle life again.
And the lowest of lows, helps me to appreciate the highest of highs. I never take those high moments for granted. I use them to help others and myself. I've come up with ideas and thoughts that have truly changed other people's lives. How can I ever risk losing that part of my brain by numbing it with medication?
Someone told me I was a danger to myself and possibly others if I didn't take the medicine. But I disagree. It's more detrimental for me to lose this part of myself that feels so important to me. And important to other people. I'm not violent. I'm not aggressive. I'm not out of control crazy. I'm never mean. I don't fight with people.
In fact, when I'm feeling the high, I'm probably the most peaceful and nicest person you'd ever meet. And I dedicate myself to reaching other people in crisis. When my head is clear and I'm up, I want to save the world, not destroy it. Whether it's crazy or not, I feel like I have a purpose and a duty here, and I can't numb my brain because then I can't do my job. And that is the entire reason for my existence.
There are so many sides to a story. You can look at me and read about how low I get and how hopeless I feel, and not understand at all why I'd refuse to pop a few pills and make it go away. But it's so much deeper than that for me. Someone else here made a comment that summed it up beautifully.
She said that medication wouldn't give you answers to life, it would simply make you forget the question. And I never want to forget the question. And if I'm numb, I'll never find out the answers. I'll never grow and learn. I'll never help anyone else grow and learn. And that's what life is about. You must learn something.
To stop questioning, and pop a magic pill, it's like putting a beautiful picture over an ugly stain on the wall. The stain is still there, even if something pretty is covering it up. And if the picture stays on the wall forever, no one will ever clean the stain. It will remain there. Forgotten, but not gone. And all I'm trying to do is clean the stain. I don't want to cover it up. I want it to be gone.
My life is really weighing heavy on my mind today. Some days I wake up looking for one good reason to get out of bed. I have things I'm supposed to get done today, and I can't find the motivation to make a start.
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