Showing posts with label racing thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label racing thoughts. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 28, 2022

Being Manic is Ok, Right?

 I got a couple of hours of sleep and then bounced out of bed with a ton of energy and a million ideas. I know I'm going manic because I've been here a thousand times and it's been trying to take control the past couple of days. All the signs are there and I don't ignore them anymore. Instead, I thought I would use this as an opportunity to let you in on what I experience. Maybe it will help someone along the way.

The first sign for me is my speech. I can't talk fast enough. I have so many ideas and thoughts whirling thru my head like a tornado of incoherency and lucidity fighting for control that i need to get it out as fast as I can before I forget everything I wanted to say. It's hard to sit idle during conversations because I just want to talk. And talk. And talk. You don't need to because I have it under control.

Next comes impulse control. That ranges from saying things nobody should ever say in private let alone public. It kind of ties in with the whole speech thing. It becomes a thought straight to verbal before my brain can yell "Nope. Don't say that. Ever." The really dangerous thing about lack of impulse control is spending money. I want to buy everything my heart has ever desired and then everything it has never desired. I start looking at the dumbest shit on Amazon. You never know when you'll need an office sized L shaped computer and writing desk in the living room of your apartment even though you already own a perfectly fine writing desk. But isn't L shaped and it wont take up your entire living room so is it really that fine? I can only wear one watch band at a time but owning 15 is better. 6 TB of storage for the PS5 is amazing but so is a 12. I need a different soap for every day of the month so i always smell fresh with matching underarm deodorant. My buddy just bought a desktop gaming PC and I know I just got a really nice gaming laptop a few weeks ago but it would look better sitting next to a desktop. Because I can only use one at a time doesn't figure into the equation. Luckily, I have bought none of these but they're sitting in my 'save for later' in my Amazon account. We'll get to that in a minute.

Irritability and grandiose ideas. I love being manic because of all these brilliant ideas I have (can't you tell so far?) and when I'm hyper-focused on something I find important it irritates me that you don't find it as important. When I vocalize the grandest idea in human existence, I struggle with the fact that you are too lucid to understand the importance of what I'm saying. Why must you speak common sense to the amazing Ryan Sullivan when I've just told you I am going to be a best selling author that's never written a book? No I have not ever directed a movie but mine will be a blockbuster so why do you keep asking stupid questions? I love my job so I should quit. I just asked that question 3.2 seconds ago but you haven't answered yet so screw you. I think you get the idea.

The good thing about dealing with bipolar for the past 30 years give or take is I've become pretty self-aware. I watch for my own red flags. The warning signs. So when I say I put all that stuff in my 'save for later' list on Amazon it's because I have taught myself that putting it there is just as satisfying as actually purchasing them. Plus it's a good laugh when I come off my mania to look at all the crazy stuff I put in there. I have learned to listen to myself talk and at what speed so I know mania is a coming. I gauge my irritability against would that irritate anyone or just Manic Ryan. I have spent many times broke as a joke because of mania. I have embarrassed myself with the claims of fame during mania. I have hurt feelings and destroyed relationships because of mania.

Mania is always described as almost euphoric and trust me it can be. But that only applies to me and I forget that sometimes. So when my level isn't matched I actually wonder what your problem is while you're wondering what the hell my problem is. Luckily those close to me have learned this is as much a part of me as my beard was until I had to shave it off because I wasn't patient enough to wait for Joe to make it look amazing as always. I really am fortunate. Not everyone is.

So what I'm saying is I'm not asking for a free pass to act however I want but maybe a little slack here and there isn't too much to ask. On the flip side, holding me accountable with kindness is a must because I refuse to use my bipolar as an excuse to not be a good person. So I'm going to fake shop, not start my best selling novel while not directing a blockbuster and have speed conversations with myself until it's time to go to work. I know this about myself. I'm proud of myself for knowing this about myself and for fighting like hell with Manic Ryan to not destroy everything he's worked hard to obtain. So I'll wait patiently to take my meds, shower and go to work because I've been blessed with another day-bipolar and all.

I'm not bipolar-I have bipolar

Ryan M Sullivan

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

My Brain Is A Hamster Wheel

I'm not sure everyone was receptive of my blog yesterday but I'm fine with that. Everything doesn't have to set well with me 100% of the time and I was just being honest. I'm trying to give insight to my bipolar and yesterday's blog was no different. So with that said...

My biggest problem or complaint or however it's to be labeled is getting my brain to shut off. It whirls round and round. Some days are better than others but some days are worse than others. I get fixated on something and it's all over but the crying. I will analyze and try to decipher and figure out every aspect of it. Picture a white board with lines connecting all over the place and notes and sentences everywhere and possible outcomes all jumbled up everywhere. That's a glimpse. Maybe the tip of the iceberg because I also have an eraser and can start over on some of it, part of it, all of it.

So that's what I've been dealing with since last Friday. I couldn't let it go. I couldn't figure it out. I couldn't stop thinking about it. No solution stresses me out, then irritates then angers me. I couldn't come to a solution because I didn't think anything was wrong with who I am. That must not be the case so I couldn't figure out what could be the cause of what I'm suppose to change.

So here I still sit writing this blog with no solution to the claimed problem. There HAS to be a reason. There HAS to be an answer. I HAVE to have an outcome to my analysis. I don't. Unacceptable but I'm suppose to accept it. That's unacceptable to me.

My medication has been working. I say has been because I'm doing things that I was before medication. I felt leveled out. Not so much anymore so time to get ahold of Derek and see what I need to do. How can he help me. What's the next step. Where do I go from here.

I refuse to give up. I'm too stubborn for that. I've come too far for that. I just need this hamster wheel of a brain to not do so many revolutions. I'm not asking for everything to miraculously disappear. Just at a more manageable level. I'll accept that outcome. I can find a solution to that problem and that gives me comfort.

I'm not bipolar-I have bipolar
R. M. Sully