Lily, September 25, 2018

"When I felt like a burden, they told me I was loved."

Many people believe having bipolar means simply dealing with alternating very high and very low moods, but there is so much more to it. During a manic phase, the person can experience delusional hallucinations, which can be terrifying. During a depressive phase, the person may become very forgetful or indecisive. It isn’t as simple as “today I’m happy, tomorrow I’m sad”. It can be life-threatening. So please, the next time you crack a “bipolar joke” – bear this in mind.

I’ve always been an emotional person who feels things strongly. As a teenager and up to my university years, I was quite low with periods of anxiety and insomnia, and some high peaks in between, but I never felt that I had any severe problems.

In my final year at university, mania hit like nothing had hit me before. I did not see it coming. Imagine yourself getting drunk, but without any alcohol. You feel lighter, talk more easily and you feel more daring than usual. As it progresses, your judgment begins to cloud. You overestimate yourself. Strangers are suddenly friends. Reality begins shifting – you start perceiving things you didn’t perceive before. In my case, I had a million thoughts and ideas rushing in, which I felt I needed to express. I painted 10 paintings in a row and wrote 60 pages on a creative project. Put on bright colours and felt like everything I did was divine. I thought everybody else was stupid because they didn’t understand my ‘genius insights’. I became psychotic. I posted a lot of weird and embarrassing things on social media and texted people inappropriate or random messages. I wasn’t aware what I was doing during that episode – I had lost my rationality and sense of inhibition. By the time my family noticed I was not being my usual self (I was living abroad), I had already lost connection with my body. I barely slept or ate. I shifted between feeling extremely scared to aggressive, overly sexual or outgoing, and believed I was totally fine. I stopped looking after my body, believing that I could not die. I eventually ended up in hospital to be treated.

Needless to say, “coming down” from mania was very tough and confusing. I needed to realise what had happened and apologise for the things I did not recall saying or doing. It took months to get back to how I used to be. I had lost trust in myself and felt ashamed.

What followed a few months after was what I would call “life in a plastic cage”. Depression slowly snuck into my mind and sucked the life out of me. I felt insecure, worthless, silent and numb. A burden to everybody around me. I would go to the supermarket and stare at the shelves for ages, unable to decide. I would forget my keys or get lost on the road. I couldn't’t concentrate properly. The topic of suicide was on my mind a lot. I was not able to cry. I was completely numb, isolated within myself, even around my closest loved ones. I could not feel anymore. It was my birthday and for the first time in my life, I did not care. I could not feel joy or gratitude. All I wanted was to sleep and not wake up again – to stop existing. It was a dark and scary place to be in.

These two episodes happened within one year. My close friends and family stuck with me through the episodes. When I felt like a burden, they told me I was loved no matter what. They would hang out with me without judging me for not contributing anything emotionally. My university allowed me to resit the classes I had failed. This non-judgemental support was very powerful. With the help of treatment, I have been able to carry on with my life fully functioning and independently, which I am tremendously grateful for. Of course, I also lost a few “friends” who judged me for my behaviour. It was hurtful at times, but I realise now I am better off without them. I will no longer shame myself for something that was not my fault. I know who I can truly count on, and I know that my close circle will be informed on how to react in case of a future episode.

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Bipolar disorder

I can relate to this. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when I was 40 (27 years ago) The last 3years have been notable cyclic (3 monthly) elevation then anxiety and depression. So important to prepare for the lows so I can get thru thise dark times. The hypomanic times are full of energy, creativity and excitement. Like being in love with nature and seeing the beauty in the simplest things. Amazing.


Fantastic blog. Similarly I had my first manic phase this year and undertook an incredible range of bizarre, impulsive, irrational activities. My manic phase lasted well over a year and I hurt a lot of people in this time. I now realise what I did and am truly embarrassed, ashamed. These things included convincing myself i was destined for greatness as an actor, becoming a male escort, borrowing tens of thousands of pounds and wasting it. Bearing in mind I was (am) a qualified accountant makes these things even more irrational. I'm now in a depressive stage and want nothing more than to end my life and end this pain.

Time to Change

Hi Sam, I’m really worried to hear you’re feeling this way; it sounds like things are really difficult for you at the moment. Please remember the Samaritans are available any time on 116 123, do you think you might be able to give them a call today? Take care - Tash at Time to Change

A new cycle

This blog really hit home, thank you for sharing your story, lately this year as a whole has been an insane mentally for me. I've lost all my confidence, have made distorted judgements, made a lot of dumb decisions, and hurt those who love me. I want to be happy and be consistent but I can't. I change moods drastically from being happy, upset, and suicidal. I want to isolate myself completely and don't want to feel a burden for anybody. I'm trying to be a better person but its really difficult. I want to have the courage to get tested to see if I'm suffering from bipolar disorder because literally nothing makes me feel at peace. I always feel an unease of something like if something is blocking me completely. I've hurt so many people that have loved me with my words and I deeply regret it, but I can't control it, I need help.

Time to Change

Hi Rodolfo - I'm sorry to hear you've been having a difficult time. Are you getting any support at the moment? Take care - Tash at Time to Change

Support Issues

Hello thank you for listening to me :) for now I have people around me that tell me that they'll support me but once I ask them for support, the support feels shallow, like they don't really care. For example, when I talk about my issues they say they are busy and they'll talk to me later, but they never do. I've talked with my mother about my bipolar symptoms but she doesn't believe one bit, so in reality its quite difficult to open up in a circle that don't really believe in mental issues. I was taught to be quiet and not to have a voice or opinion, but over time it has taken a toll on me.

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