I don't know if you'd call this a "public service announcement," but it is a public announcement that hopefully will serve a good purpose:
Some of you know that in 2006 I was diagnosed with bipolar II disorder (manic depression) and have since been in therapy and on medication (Lamotrigine); others of you have simply considered me to be a "creative type" or a "flake."
It's all true.
The condition known as bipolar disorder is defined as "a mental illness that is characterized by extreme changes in mood, from abnormally elevated (manic or hypomanic) states of mind to abnormally depressed states for periods of time in a way that interferes with functioning." As a bipolar II sort of person, I tend to suffer more frequent and more intense depressive episodes than my manic episodes. And my mania comes in a more subdued form known as "hypomania." It's a "mild to moderate level of mania, characterized by optimism, pressure of speech and activity, and decreased need for sleep. Generally, hypomania does not inhibit functioning like mania."
But the depression part of being "manic depressive" is a real kicker:
"Signs and symptoms of the depressive phase of bipolar disorder include persistent feelings of sadness, anxiety, guilt, anger, isolation, or hopelessness; disturbances in sleep and appetite; fatigue and loss of interest in usually enjoyable activities; problems concentrating; loneliness, self-loathing, apathy or indifference; depersonalization; loss of interest in sexual activity; shyness or social anxiety; irritability, chronic pain (with or without a known cause); lack of motivation; and morbid suicidal ideation."
Yeah. LOADS of fun.
Last year was a rather bad year for me. Even though I've been doing the therapy thing and have been taking medication, life still happens. I'd rather not go into any details, but suffice it to say: "be careful what you wish for."
This year (January & February) seemed like it would be a continuation of last year, and then "BLINK: So Far" happened. After seven years of wanting (and waiting), I had an actual, real-life, honest-to-gosh Blink book that I could put into anyone's hands and say: "Here it is, read it." For about a month and a half, I was walking on sunshine and walking on the moon simultaneously. I didn't expect it, but it came, and I am always going to be grateful for its coming and for its being. But gratitude only goes so far.
And so, as a manic depressive, the phrase "I get up, I get down" is the common refrain (Yes, indeed I am often close to the edge of any mood for a day). ;) I knew that my highs which had carried me aloft through much of March and April would eventually turn into lows and bring me back down to earth. Almost two weeks ago, those lows slammed me in the face and my mood skidded along the ground, screeching and whining in my head like nobody's business.
Most people who see me when I'm out and about (especially those who don't know me too well) would probably say that I'm a rather gregarious sort of guy. It's pretty easy to be outgoing and talkative when my brain is mixing its serotonin and dopamine in such a way that makes my world seem to be filled with rainbows, gum drops and all-so-much joy and wonder. Well, it’s not all roses and rainbows, but I am usually able to see the bright side/silver lining to just about anything and it’s mighty darn nice being me when my mood is its hypomanic phase.
However, when I get depressed it’s quite a different story. It's as if someone had amputated my ability to be happy and see the joy and worthwhileness in the world and all that I'm left with is a memory of it. I sleep a lot, am unproductive and do the minimum necessary to get myself through the day. Before I was diagnosed, it was a lot worse than it is now. Seriously, it was a LOT worse. These days, when I get depressed, my head doesn't feel like a giant black hole screaming with anguish and fear and guilt and anxiety and hopelessness and worthlessness and self-pity and self-loathing and on and on. Also, I don't spend much time during my dark periods wishing for my world to come to an abrupt end-- so that's a good thing. Although, I do tend to clam up and refrain from human interaction (including no phone calls or Facebook updates when I’m down) as I deal with the phantom feelings in my head. So, for the past few weeks, I've been shut up in my darkness and tried not to disturb myself (or anyone else) too much.
Oh, yeah-- and I had a "mini book tour" thing that happened right smack dab in the middle of this depressed period. It went okay, a few people came out to say “hi,” I sold some books and have no complaints. But I’ve got more stuff coming up in the next little while: story and art deadlines, convention and store appearances, various business matters and the like. This depression thing is a real kill buzz when it comes to me getting anything done.
Last night, as I was riding to work (and grateful for the brief respite from the rain), I was looking up at the vast sky with its clouds and stars and beauty and I wished that I wasn't depressed so that I could experience the simple joy that I knew I could feel if it weren't for my condition. (Spring and Autumn are my favorite times of year.) I arrived at work and after a brief time was asked if I wanted to leave early (they were over-staffed). Since I made a little scratch on Sunday from the “book tour” and hope to make more this Saturday (on Free Comic Book Day), I figured that I deserved a night off. And boy oh boy, did I get one!
On the ride home, when I looked back up at that big, beautiful night sky, I saw a single shining star poised amidst the billowing cloudscape and my world shifted.
Suddenly I was smiling and singing and happy again. And now I can stop wanting to be happy and I can enjoy being happy.
With all that’s gone on during the past few days, what IS so damned funny?
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The Holidays weren’t all so ho-ho-ho for me. These things happen. So it goes. I am grateful for what I do have and after a few choice conversations and revelations over the past few days, I have recovered and will continue on. I’ve many many more robots to draw and funny stuff to write.
Here's the link to the hour and twelve minute long mp3 of my appearance on Allen Freeman's SLAM BANG MEDIA podcast show. Oh wow... I just now realized that I am now featured in the iTunes store! Woo!
A couple of my friends (and a few people I don't know) listened to the show live and two friends shared their thoughts on what I blathered on about. If I can get a few more replies from other listeners/readers, I think that might encourage me enough to write a post-podcast entry to post here.