Don't Buy What I'm Selling

I should've been a used car salesman. They get a bad rap because they're dishonest. Hence the fact metaphorically I should've been one. I apologize to all the honest used car salesmen.

I am an alcoholic. Plain and simple. No point in mincing words or candy coating it. So as an alcoholic I've gotten good at hiding that fact from those I love. Selling false goods. Using their hope knowing it will cause blindness while listening to me profess how I'm clean and sober while I wait until I can have my next drink. I'm a fake at this point.

I haven't been sober as long as my family thinks I have been. I've gotten lazy at fighting and instead beat myself with the bottle. I've been stressed and have used the proverbial coping skills I've become so talented at. If I could sell it as art I'd be known worldwide. The bad thing is it still didn't help me sleep. I mixed booze with my medication which is a huge no-no in hopes I could sleep. Numb. Forget for awhile. Anything really.

I preach to my kids not to be like me. Keep it under control. You've got an example in front of you where that path leads. But I also teach them to be honest. How hypocritical have I been? The classic do as I say not as I do. I can't expect anything from them if I can't back it up myself. My dad always told me all a man has is his word. I've not kept up with that teaching.

I'm going to screw up and my family has always supported me. They've been there when I've admitted I've drank. So why lie now? What's the point? I'm 41 years old so it's not like I can get grounded. There's zero repercussions they can give me so again why lie?  Because there's been so much disappointment. There's been so much said about how proud they are. Because I write this blog and have come so far with being bipolar that I get cocky and forget I'm still an alcoholic that will take any excuse to drink.

I learned to use it as a coping mechanism at a young age. Then it became a necessity. I see it, smell it, hear about it I'm ready to drink until I fall down. Until I get arrested. Until I hurt those around me. Until everyone is laughing at me instead of with me. I know all of this yet I still want to do it. Every single minute of every single hour sometimes. Most of the time. Maybe always.

So I'm not saying that I won't drink tomorrow or the day after. I'm not saying that I will. What I am saying is I won't lie about it anymore. If I can not be ashamed of being bipolar then I shouldn't be ashamed admitting I have a problem and be honest when it gets the best of me.

I'm sorry for those I've disappointed and lied to. I'm sorry for selling bullshit while trying to convince you it's a diamond. I at least owe you all that.

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

So I Write

I write a lot about a lot of things. I'm passionate about what I write because it has meaning and context. I feel like I can make a difference. But what if I don't feel like I can? What if I can't convince myself today that it's for a mutual benefit?

Sometimes I need to write because I can. That because of that fact I still feel human. That I'm normal. That I'm still breathing. And sometimes that's enough.

I've been pondering what my next blog was going to be about and it threw me for a loop because I wasn't sure. So hours turned into days and days weeks. I felt like I needed something legitimate to talk about and it evaded me. That's when I realized that's exactly what I needed to talk about. Nothing.

When I start trying to decide how I can get people to read my blog then I have entirely defeated the reason for writing it in the first place. It becomes forced and unbelievable. It becomes not me. I've fight too hard to be me so I refuse to sell out now.

So I have no message. I have no points of wisdom that will explain the unexplainable today. And I'm fine with that. You know why?  Because I realized I can write because I can. Plain and simple. I enjoy writing. I can. So I did.

If there's something you're expecting it of this then fine, I give you this. There doesn't have to be a reason for something. There doesn't have to be an expected outcome. There doesn't have to be expectations. If you enjoy doing something then do it and let that be the only reason.

Keep life simple and do the things that make you happy. The things that make you happy need no explanation at all.

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

I'm Me and I'm Fine With That

It's taken me a long time to be ok with me. I'm fine with not being what others think the version of me should be.

I admit I've had some actions in my past that were unacceptable. The anger. Making those around me suffer because of my unwillingness to take responsibility for my bipolar and stay on my meds. For never being honest I have bipolar in the first place. I did that to a person I was with for over two years and I put her through hell.I've left people in my past hurt, broken and maybe worse off for having ever meet me in the first place. I could be cruel, vindictive, insecure and many other things that I can't apologize enough for.

I try not to let the past own my present and future but it's hard. It's hard on one hand because I'm my own worst enemy. My mind is a weapon that's always loaded and I can't help myself but to constantly pull the trigger on memories that can't be forgotten. As you know, I love to obsess on things and analyze where things went wrong, what could I have done different, what can I do to change certain behaviors I have? I self-evaluate all the time because I do want to be a better person.

On the other hand though, I've realized I cannot and will not mold myself in to what another person's perception of me should be. That's the dilemma, or my dilemma anyway, of being so open and honest about my bipolar. I now feel like everything I do is put under a microscope and attributed to my bipolar. I refuse to use my bipolar as a crutch for my actions and own responsibility of them but it seems once I laid those crutches down, some beat me over the head with them.

Do you ever feel like being alone and read a book or enjoy your own company? So do I. Have you ever had a hard day at work and you just want to relax and call it an early night? So have I. Has something justifiably made you angry, upset, sad, happy...basically any human emotion at all? Nailed it, same here.

My point is I know being bipolar can give me actions or behaviors that aren't considered within the norm of society but I'm still human. I still have those emotions that everyone experiences and I'm not going to apologize for them. I'm not going to be a science experiment with everything I do analyzed under a microscope so it can be labeled or explained off as bipolar. I get sad but it doesn't mean I'm depressed. I enjoy my alone time but it doesn't mean I'm a recluse. I get angry but it doesn't mean I'm having an 'episode'. I laugh and get excited but it doesn't mean I'm manic.

I appreciate the friends I have and my amazing family. I know I am truly blessed and I try not to take that for granted anymore. I work on my behaviors every day so that I don't hurt or weak havoc on those same people I have taken for granted for so long. But I'm human. I've dealt with real emotions from them without trying to explain it off or slap a label to it. Sometimes the simplest of explanations is like we've all heard before when such things occur..."We're all human afterall"

I've made leaps and bounds of the person I was before. I've made huge strides of progress. I'm on my medication. I try every single day to not be that person I was before and you know what? I'm succeeding. So I may not be perfect but I'm sure as hell more than just bipolar. I guess what I'm getting at is I'm me and I'm fine with that.

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

Remembered Past, Forgotten Future

The past
Becomes present
Lash out
Disappear
Push away
I don't need
Anyone
Myself
Is more
Than enough
To deal
With
Today

Memories
They push
Themselves
To the
Front of
The line
Determined
To be
Acknowledged
To
Never
Be
Forgotten

Add
Guilt
Because
He will
Be heard
Feel loss
Because
It needs
Company
But I
Don't
Leave me
Alone

Push away
And if
You hold
Tight
I'll push
Harder
Misery
Loves
Company
And myself
Is up
To the
Task

I need
You
But
Resent myself
Because of
That fact
Do it
By myself
I will
Not
Show you
My
Weakness

So
I
Let you
Go
Move
On
Self
Preservation
Dictates
The
Future
For myself
Alone

So
Walk away
And
Life will
Continue
To go on
Alone
I can't
Hurt
Anyone
If
I chose
Solitude

Deal
With the
Demons
Slowly
Cast them
Out
The classes
Are
Deep
Can't
Change
Overnight

Not A Big Fan

This time of year is hard to deal with. I'm not a big fan of Thanksgiving or Christmas. Yup I said it. Bah humbug and shame on me, right?

My dad passed away the day before Thanksgiving and it's hard to associate the holiday with anything but that for me. Yes I still have the rest of my family to be thankful for but now there's a void that can never be filled for me. His absence is ever present.

Christmas doesn't hold pleasant memories for me during my adult life. It's a time of nothing but stress and bad memories. Feeling like I wasn't able to provide a good enough Christmas for my kids when I was down and out. Feeling like I was a let down to people around me. I cringe when Christmas comes around. I'm sure some of it is in my head only but that doesn't make it any less intolerable.

So then comes my bipolar. My meds this round are helping but not entirely. I've been obsessing and feel myself getting depressed, especially when I'm left alone with myself. I try not to let it consume me but the harder I try the more I think about it. I wish we could go from October straight to January.

I start living in the past. I obsess over it. I know logically I can't change it but that doesn't mean the holidays don't still haunt me. It makes me irritable, angry. It makes me sad for things I've missed out on memory wise with my kids. I disappeared for a few years and wasn't in their life. That's hard to admit but it's the truth. That's what the holidays mean to me.

I've been talking about it in therapy but haven't divulged the full extent of it. It's too hard to voice these things. I want to disappear. I know I need to let go of the past but my mind won't let me and it's about to drive me crazy. I didn't sleep last night. Hello manic...where have you been old friend? I have medicine that will help it go away but I couldn't make myself take it last night. I felt like I didn't deserve to sleep, that I needed to think about all of it. To punish myself. That's the old Ryan and he won last night. Bring honest is the only way to change my behavior. I know better than to fall into that place again. I know there's just as many negatives as I convince myself of the positives of being manic.

I'm struggling with this. Things have been going great and I don't want to backpedal. But I miss aspects of unmedicated Ryan. Those around me don't. Those around me keep telling me how good I'm doing and the great changes they've noticed but I don't want to think about that because in my mind I'm on top of the world and will eventually think I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread the more manic I get. I'll be able to do anything and accomplish great things. Unless you've experienced that I'm sure it makes zero sense to you. I understand that.

So I took my medication this morning. I'll take it tonight along with my Zyprexa. I don't want to but I know I need to. I know I've got a battle with myself tonight and I'm not looking forward to it because what if old Ryan wins. Then I'm letting myself and those around me down. Then all of this progress was for nothing. I guess it's time to go to battle with the old Ryan until only one of us is left standing tonight. I'm pretty bullheaded so I see me winning this battle. Tonight is what I'm thinking about. One step at a time.

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

Life Keeps Getting Better

It doesn't seem real that I'm on meds I love and have zero desire to quit taking them. That's a huge first for me and it feels great.

For the first time, I'm on medication that has leveled me out plus allows me to feel human at the same time. I don't feel like a zombie going through the motions of life. I don't want to sleep all day. I have energy. I'm working and loving what I'm doing. I have proper emotions. Things I haven't completely been able to do on my other medications in the past.

It's helped me to slow down just enough to not make snap decisions or reactions. My temper has dramatically reduced and the way I react to situations that arise aren't taken to drastic measures. It's not all or nothing, I'm actually seeing the gray areas of life.

I haven't been manic in awhile and as dumb as it sounds I do miss it or parts of it anyway. I loved the seemingly never ending well of energy and ideas. The lack of needing sleep. The ideas burst of creativity I felt. I don't miss the irresponsible decision making or lack of attention span. It's nice to be able to sit down and read a book or journal again. To watch a movie from start to finish.

I've been able to sit back and look at situations I've been thru lately and can actually notice the changes myself which I think helps me want to take my meds. When normally I would've blown my top, I've stepped back and thought it thru before reacting. I'm easing up on my OCD like obsession with time and schedules. I'm noticing change and that's a good feeling. So many other things I could cover that I've noticed but the point is the meds are helping. Do I still struggle with it? Absolutely. But it's getting better and that makes all the trials and wrong meds make the right ones worth the wait.

So if you're frustrated, hang in there. Don't give up. Keep looking for and asking for different medications. Look for a different doctor or psychiatrist if need be. That's your right. You are the one dealing with your bipolar or anxiety or depression or whatever it may be so only you can decide if you're getting what's needed for you. It can take awhile and be frustrating as all get out but there is light at the end of the tunnel. Therapy, medication and surrounding myself with good people has made a huge difference for myself and I highly recommend it.

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

And So I Walk

Words
When put
Together right
Can
Cut
Deeper
Than A sword
We're laughing
At you
Not with
You
If you had
Any doubts

But I'm
An adult
Dealing with
Grown children
So it
Hurts less
Right?
Their
Ignorance
Should
Be
My
Burden

Why is
The
Explanation
Needed?
Why is it
Up to me
To make
It
A
Given?
Why
Does it
Still hurt?

I'm a grown
Man
So deal
With it
Shrug it
Off
Words hurt
Less and
Hold less
Meaning
I guess
Nobody
Told me

My personal
Struggle
Isn't enough
I must
Also have
To shoulder
Their
Insecurities
Carry the
Weight of
My bipolar
World along
With ignorance

My shoulders
Are tired
The weight
Beating me
Down
I see light
At the end
Of the tunnel
Just for it
To be snuffed
Out
Over and
Over again

I still
Walk forward
One step
At a time
Slowly trying
To find
That light
Again
Refusing
To
Lay
Down
Again

I
Am
Me
I
Am
Not
A
Reflection
Of
You
And
So
I
Walk