I am a 42 year old woman in Ohio. I enjoy sewing, knitting, playing with/being the servant to my cats, and reading. I have a master's degree in occupational therapy and have worked in nursing homes, home health and long-term psychiatric facilities over the years. Since August 2011 I have been on disability.
I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in 2002 although I was symptomatic for years before that. A combination of an odd presentation and skill at hiding symptoms delayed my diagnosis until I was 26. The next several years were challenging as I proved to be medication resistant and allergic to numerous medications. As time passed it became clear that I had a severe form of bipolar including mixed episodes (mania and depression at the same time) and very rapid cycling.
This blog started in 2006, on my 30th birthday, and initially I anticipated an abstract blog discussing how I was managing life with this illness. Soon after the blog began I became more ill than I had been to date and over the next few months it evolved into what it is now, a sometimes painfully honest story of my life with bipolar, PTSD and other anxiety disorders. It was not until 2007 that we succeeded in decreasing the severity of my symptoms and slowing my cycling.
In 2008 and 2009 new medications helped me become more stable and I had some time to really enjoy and thrive in my career. It was very difficult but I loved it.
By 2006 I knew that it was likely that I would not be able to do this forever. In September of that year I wrote in a blog post that I would be fortunate if I was still working in 5 years. I made it 4 years and 11 months before I became permanently disabled. However most of my career was both wonderful and a fight to keep going. It was obvious that no matter how positively we thought, it woouldn't last forever and that was right.
In 2011 I had surgery that threw me for a loop and I never bounced back fully. I had a few really bad years in there and even realized I needed to live near help so I moved into a small house on my mom's property. It works very well for us. I applied for SSDI in February of 2012 and was approved in April 2012.
In 2016 I started yet another med that while the side effects are rough really works. I've not had a miserable episode in a long time and the smaller ones have been easy to catch. My diagnosis now is mild, not moderate or severe as it used to be.
Depending on my mood this blog varies from very serious to occasionally light-hearted. It is my journal, my memory, the source of some wonderful friends, and my heart. It is where I think my way through things. I am often blunt and I try to be extremely open about living with mental illness. I also write about child abuse, childhood sexual abuse, family relationships and how those are affected by my illness, and anything else that comes up in my life. I welcome respectful discussion of anything with the caveat that I have the right to stop discussions that I feel unable to handle. After a serious of nasty comments from anonymous I have decided to delete nasty comments (not ones that disagree, those that are mean) upon receipt. I have been amazed at the respectful way nearly everyone on this blog has addressed very sensitive topics.
CAST OF MAJOR CHARACTERS
Just Me Jen: Initially the blog was kept very anonymous and I wrote under the name Just Me. After seeing a friend's son experience stigma at 9 years of age I decided that part of the problem that allows stigma is that not enough people are open about mental illness. At that time I made a point of decreasing my anonymity while maintaining professionalism.
Dr. Mind: My therapist since a few weeks after the blog began. He has helped me through many of the hardest aspects of my life and has believed in me when almost nobody else did. He is firm and blunt and requires me to work hard and together we've made my life look like my dream goal of "normal", at least for a while. Now we work to help me stay alive and safe and deal with my grief over losing my home to this illness (I can't manage alone).
Dr. Brain: My psychiatrist of 16 years. She is amazing and seems to know through intuition how to best treat me. If she had not keeping systematically trying one med after another and listened to my concerns and requests and how I felt a med was impacting me I would never have worked this long or had the life that I have had. She is a marvel with meds and is just as willing to hold me while I cry as she is to hand out scripts. She has spent enormous amounts of time with me as opposed to prior psychiatrists who wrote me off or ignored me. When Dr. Mind made her aware of my suicidal/self-harm thinking that has dominated my life lately she spent 2 hours talking to me and holding me while I cried. She is speical.
Dr. Body: My family doctor. He is very invested in helping me feel as good as possible while being frustratingly restricted by my allergies and meds I can't take. I went to him when he was new out of residency and asked him if he was willing to work with me, never judge me, and be willing to accept that my psychiatrist has overruling power over anything other doctors do but that she would happily help him learn about me. He agreed and while he finds it frustrating that he can keep me alive but rarely offer much comfort because of restrictions he is consistently ready to jump in and help me, including spending hours trying to find a pulmonologist willing to treat me and then giving the pulmonologist both a phone call of information and 3 typed pages of history and hints when we couldn't find anyone to treat my asthma.
My mother; enough said.
Anne: A pseudonum I use for my niece who is one of the great loves of my life. Since I've been so sick I do not see her nearly enough. She is an amazing little girl.
Geraldine: A pseudonym for my 2nd niece who is 4. There is a gossamer thing relationship between those 2 names but it is probably so fragile only I can see it. She too is an amazing child.