Ok, so the Dr said I had a chemical imbalance and that meds would help stabilize my mood, so I start taking meds in the mid 90's. I decided I didn't like the meds, which is nothing new for people like me. Instead, I started utilizing coping skills and theory to combat the imbalance. I went from a one-sided religious man to a religious man who values both secular and multi hand non secular movements. I started focusing on balance in general, physical, spiritual, mental, intellectual, dietary, etc. I still take meds, but not often ... Tylenol, Ibuprofen, and allergy when needed. Beyond this, I don't do much aside from go through the turbulence associated with the condition in hope that I'll eventually become better equipped from the experiences.
The issue is typically from those who have different approach than I do. No left-hand path, just right or a disagreement with the instability endurance for the discipline and training, living with bipolar without mood stabilizers. I'm thinking about learning how to write music and play guitar. I stay busy with this condition. I'm extremely creative. It encourages a more studious approach to life and involves lots of effort in applying myself to the balancing, but that's being bipolar...at least for me.
I cannot speak to your experience, but I'm certainly going to share mine.
Bipolar Disorder has shattered my life, and I still can't pick up the pieces. I am a real life Sisyphus. Every time I try to regroup and start again, new job or whatever, I would do well for a while, and then either my depression would kick in and I would be unable to do what my job required or even take care of my kids, or my mania would kick in and I would say and do stupid things that would get me fired, overwhelmed by debt, ruin my relationships... Every time I get the boulder close to the top of the hill, I lose my grip and it crushes me again on its way down.
After first being diagnosed in 1980, my psychiatrists looked and looked for that combination of meds that would be helpful, and it really wasn't until I was in my 50s that we found a combo that worked. I tried all sorts of different therapies, including CBT and DBT, none of which really made a dent. When you've gone for days and days without sleep and can't stop crying, therapy is just inadequate to the task.
Like many before me, I went through the usual, "Oh, I feel so much better now. I don't need this medication anymore." It took a great many relapses for me to finally learn that, like a diabetic, being on meds needed to be something permanent.
I am very grateful that we have finally found a combination of medications that works for me.
My problem is this: due to the extreme instability of my past, my resume is so destroyed that no one would hire me even if I were the last worker on the planet. I have no savings for my old age due to long periods of unemployment, long periods of underemployment, and wasting away at what savings I could manage with my stupidness spending during my mania. I have managed to get myself out of debt, but that will be of little comfort as I go into old age and don't have money for basic food, housing, and clothing.
Have there been any benefits to being bipolar? Yes. All my senses are incredible. Whether it is art, or music, or dance... I simply experience heaven where others experience, "Meh, that's okay." There simply is nothing more wonderful than listening to Tchaikovsky and being moved to tears. I am an incredibly creative person who not only thinks outside the box, I don't even know where the box is. I have a wealth of short stories and poems to leave to my children and grandchildren. And most of all, I have many treasured memories of music composition, directing a middle school orchestra, playing the piano along with a flautist friend at weddings, and being a Director of Music. My empathy is sky high (I literally feel pain when I see others feeling pain. and no, I'm not being hyperbolic), and I believe this has made me a very caring person who chose careers that served others.
Do those benefits make it worth it? No. Not even close. When the time finally comes that I finally go into that good night, I will be so relieved. So relieved.
Porcelain People
Delicate and fragile
Their faces chipped
Cracked and glued together again
And again, and again
They lack the resilience of rubber dolls
But oh, for that cool smoothness of their fair skin…