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How to know if I truly have bipolar?

2024.03.12 18:51 Howani How to know if I truly have bipolar?

About a year ago I had an episode after not taking my zoloft 150 mg for a couple of days, then stupidly trying to take a full dose again. I went into a "psychotic" episode where I was hearing whispers and was extremely paranoid and anxious almost all the time, especially at night though. Before I was medicated I used to bottle up my emotions and get extremely angry and furious at people. I also had crippling OCD that made my life really hard, so maybe that contributed to it. After that episode I had a psychiatrist put me on and quickly, after about a month, take me off an SSRI without weening. I had another mild episode where I was having extreme mood swings and I was seriously about to check myself into a hospital. I eventually went back home to my parents, where I found a psychiatrist who diagnosed me with bipolar 2. I've since been on medication, Lamictal, Vraylar, And Vyvanse for adhd. I haven't had an episode since. My question is, and it ways heavy on me, how do I know I truly have bipolar 2? Was my episodes caused by getting off and on the medication? Or is it truly an episode. I guess the biggest struggle I have now is my memory, which I feel like is really crappy. I have a terrible time remembering things, and I have to write things down, but before all this happened in college, I was super sharp and could remember everything. I'm only 23 years old and I'm wondering if this medication is truly messing with my memory. What do yall think?
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2024.02.20 22:45 crowvalkairi I don't understand what I'm missing

TW: contains a mention of suicide/suicidal thoughts.
background;
i got together with my fiancee in 2009, when we were both in 11th grade in high school. after we graduates, and as soon as i had a job just stable enough, i moved out of my parents' houses (bio parents are divorced, had shared custody, i bounced back and forth to each house as i saw fit) and me and fiancee moved in together--2011. we have lived together ever since.
fiancee is my first and only true relationship. i had a stupid kid thing in elementary school, a short lived fling (no sex, just used for the hopes of it then dropped) in middle school, and a crush on a best friend throughout the rest of school.
my father is a very black and white person--which i believe is owed to undiagnosed autism, though diagnosis would mean and do nothing for him--so i find it difficult to confide in him. i have a good relationship with him, i'll hang out and play games and go diving and so on, but when it comes to any emotional or semi-serious life stuff, i cannot talk to him about it. he just makes it worse.
i've never truly gotten along with my mother. lots of shit that will stay packed, there. so i do not confide anything in her at all, and since she's moved to florida we haven't spoken except on holidays. glad for it.
as far as friends go, i have none left from high school. i was not a social person to begin with, so my friend group was small, and perhaps the two people i considered true close friends parted ways--one went to a different middle school and high school, the other, my crush, disappeared shortly before high school graduation. so friendships i have are online almost exclusively.
i had some very close online friends but they've all wandered off or i've cut them off or they've cut me off. christian was the last vestige of that. now instead of a handful of close friends i have a community of good friends.
i have suffered from severe anxiety my entire life. depression for probably the same length of time, though that's harder to recognize in children. i've been diagnosed with bipolar type 2, borderline personality disorder, general anxiety disorder, and post traumatic stress syndrome, to varying degrees at varying times in my life. most recently i am suspected of being autistic, but diagnosis is difficult to obtain for an adult, let alone an adult woman.
i have seen a multitude of therapists, psychologists, and psychiatrists over the years. i've been on a multitude of medications. currently i take lexapro and lamictal, and have alprazolam as an 'emergency' med. the two daily pills have worked wonders in the last two years, but i still struggle.
fiancee and i have lived in a total of three different places: an apartment, a townhouse, and now the basement of my father's house.
our first apartment was a two bed one bath that we lived in for six years. the townhouse was a three bed two bath, two story, that we lived in for three or four years. when covid hit, rent skyrocketed and we moved into my dad's basement to help with living costs. we have been here since 2020.
our original agreement to move into dad's house was to keep an eye on the house for him because he worked half a state away at the time. we would have the house to ourselves, pay modest rent and utilities, and take care of lawn, etc. we would only see him on the weekends and only if he decided to come home instead of to his fiancee's place.
my younger sister threw a wrench into that agreement pretty quick; my dad and her mom got divorced, shared custody was a thing, her mother was and is a piece of shit, and my sister manipulated and abused my dad as she desired. little bit of resentment there. anyway, in the span of maybe two years we went from having the house to ourselves to now my sister is living here full time and my dad is here 95% of the time. oh, and sister's bf is constantly over so he might as well be counted as living here.
neither me nor fiancee are very social people. we like our space, our privacy, and our peace. we now get very very very little of that. but we cannot afford to move out for the upcoming reasons.
in 2020, my dad offered me an office job at the factory he manages. better pay than where i was at, get away from the massive stress of where i was at, exchange an hour one-way drive. win-win, right? didn't pan out well. dad is black and white. i have mental health issues. he infected me with covid (unintentionally and unknowingly) and when i called out sick he fired me for missing too many days (previously i would call out for severe anxiety). that was traumatic.
i then spent quite awhile unemployed, depressed, and on the edge of suicidal ideation. with a bit of luck, i got in to a counselor and psychiatrist and they helped bring me back to the work force. it took a year but i finally was able to get a job at the local library in 2022.
lost the job at the local library in 2023 because of anxiety. had the closest call i've ever had with a suicide attempt that april, and the time off i was forced to take caused a bunch of issues that, ultimately, led to me being accused of not doing my job. i had hit a mental limit and walked.
i've been unemployed since.
i think that's all the background needed? if there's more context i'll add it as i go.
so fiancee is going to move in with her mother.
she has been single-handedly supporting us both for two years or more, the situation at her job is getting worse due to issues there, and she has literally no respite at the house because we don't live alone. the stress is absolutely eating her alive. i cannot overstate just how out-of-her-mind stressed she is. which i get. i understand. it makes sense.
but no longer living with me is the answer? apparently so.
since i am unemployed and have no income (i have gov't assistance for food stamps but disability is out of reach until i can get tested for autism, which is $1k out of pocket) we cannot afford to move out of dad's house. she can't even truly afford to move into her mom's house. but something has to give or she's going to drop me like a rock so she can save herself. i don't blame her. i understand. it makes sense.
originally the idea of her moving out was pitched as 'living part time' at her mom's house. that didn't scare me. it made sense when she explained all the stressors and how it would help us both and that it was a last ditch effort and only short term. then she explained she would be taking her dog and cat and that, for whatever reason, made me absolutely panic. it took multiple hours over multiple days to calm me down enough to understand that she was not leaving me, just removing herself from the stressors of dad's house. we weren't breaking up. we would still see each other. so on.
again, multiple days later, i started to come around to the idea. i wanted to help her move her stuff. i was excited to date her again. then she said that she just can't afford it. she doesn't have the money to buy the essentials needed for her to move into her mom's. so that was that. right? right?
the situation at her work escalated at the beginning of this month when she was written up for 'not being happy enough.' i shit you not. she came home and told me to 'leave (her) the fuck alone.' she's never done that before. she was beside herself, pissed. beyond furious. several hours on she was able to gather herself enough to explain that she's at the end of her rope.
she loves me. dearly. she has never and will never want to resent me. but she is starting to do just that because she is so stressed out of her fucking mind by everything. i get that. it makes sense.
so she gave me an ultimatum; thirty days to get a job or she's gone.
she understands the shit i struggle against. she knows it won't be easy. she doesn't want to have to draw a hard line. but she feels she has no other choice. if i can't get a job and show that i am willing to put in the effort to keep the relationship, then she has to move on. i get that. i understand. it makes sense.
i'm afraid, feeling actual raw fear instead of intense anxiety, but i want to help. i want to fight the fight because i love her and i see what i'm putting her through and i want to be better for her.
she, on her own, says she needs to go to therapy. something she has been adamantly against the entire time we've been together. she doesn't believe she needs therapy. it doesn't do anything for her. but she is at such a limit that she is willing to go through it just to try to help everything.
yesterday was her second appointment with her therapist. i try not to ask what she talked about because i know she doesn't want me involved (anyone, really, not just me) unless absolutely necessary. she tells me what she feels comfortable telling me when she feels comfortable telling me, and i do my absolute best not to pry. on the drive from the office, she told me that she had been talking with her therapist about how to help me understand that her going to her mom's does not mean i am losing her.
but wait, my brain cried, i thought she couldn't afford to move in with her mom and that was done and over with?
no. once again, my skewed perception of the world and misunderstanding of simple things made me believe that it was over when it wasn't. she had just been lamenting that it was going to be really difficult financially to move to her mom's, not saying she was done thinking about it forever.
immediate raw fear.
she continued explaining that she has been my only support basically my entire life, and she can understand how her moving out would make me feel like i'm losing it, even though that's not true. her and her therapist were going to brainstorm ways to try to help me understand that. she told me that she had to go to her mom's because i need to learn to live by myself, with myself, and find self worth.
but wait, my brain cried, what about the ultimatum? if i get a job and prove i am willing to do the work for the relationship, why does she still have to go to her mom's? i'll have a job. we'll have enough money to move out of dad's house together. isn't that the ultimate goal anyway?
well, yes, but no.
once again, my skewed understanding and perception of the world led me to believe that if i got a job we could move out of dad's together and things would be okay. that was the choice--no job for no relationship, or job and move out together to make relationship better.
but that wasn't it. isn't it. not at all.
i spent two full hours crying last night. trying desperately to grasp any modicum of understanding of the situation. we talked. i panicked so hard i nearly threw up (new one to me). after those two hours i was numb and reeling and she was pissed off (not at me, her response to almost everything is anger) and we'd gone in circles at least three times trying to help me understand and i just couldn't.
i still don't quite grasp what it is that she wants, or why. to the best of my ability, this is what i understand now:
here is where i am still stuck:
my brain is a bit scrambled still and recounting this isn't helping.
but i'm just... really fucking lost. i don't understand why i can't live for her? she told me she doesn't want that responsibility. my life is my own responsibility, not hers. she doesn't want to be responsible for me. but that isn't what i mean when i say i want to live for her.
i want to share my everything with her. yes, i can go out and do shit on my own, but doing it with her is where i find the most enjoyment. the most fulfillment. i can tell her about this fish i saw at the aquarium or i can point it out to her because she's standing right next to me. wanting to do things with her is fine, but not for her.
i'm not allowed to have her as my reason to live. but isn't that... isn't that what love is? you don't go into a committed relationship thinking 'i shouldn't get too attached in case they leave or they die.' that's just sad. in a very bad way. i understand that feeling like you want to die if your partner leaves or passes is bad but... i don't understand.
why do i have to be okay being without her? i don't want that. i can't see a future without her. she doesn't want that. she can't see a future without me.
so what am i missing? what is it that my potentially-autistic brain cannot comprehend?
thanks for coming to my ted talk.
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2024.01.15 04:17 Sassafrass1213 I am so full of rage I don't even know what to do with it all.

I am 30 years old. I was put on meds when I was 13 years old because I was sad after my family and I moved across the country. Lexapro, trazadone, wellbutrin, prozac, zyprexa, and finally effexor.
At 20 years old, I was rapidly tapered off effexor over a period of six weeks. I experienced a surge in energy, inner vibrations, and feelings of deep joy. I then crashed eight weeks later into suicidal semi-catatonic depression. I was hospitalized and told I have bi polar disorder so put back on effexor and started on lamictal.
At 25 years old, I attempted to get off effexor again. This time when I crashed, it was so so so much worse. I can't even go into it because it is traumatizing af. I had every symptom imaginable besides homicidal urges. Still not knowing what I was experiecing was withdrawal, I was again put back on effexor.
I didn't learn about withdrawal, hyperbolic tapering, protracted withdrawal until 2021. Everything I had ever felt was true was finally validated. So after preparing for a year and a half, I began tapering at the end of 2022.
So far it's been pretty ok besides one bad wave in April of 2023 following a rough break up.
But I'm fucking mad. I am furious that I will probably be doing a slow taper for 15 years to get off both drugs.
Decades of my life without my brain functioning at capacity. The emotional numbness and derealization is maddening. No one else can understand what has been fucking robbed from us.
And the fact that has yet to be accepted by the population at large is fucking insane.
I want to belly laugh, I want to orgasm in less than 30 fucking minutes, I want to feel like I actually exist, I want my vision to function properly, I want to have energy, I want to feel relaxation in my body, I want to cry at movies, I want the block between me and others to be gone.
I want to feel god and connection to my own soul.

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2024.01.10 00:58 Whoknowsbrightlight New to this

Hello everyone. Just wanted to get on here and vent about my past 6 months.
A little backstory-diagnosed as bipolar 1 and with a panic disorder while inpatient at the age of 20. Been consistently seeing a psychiatrist since then and therapy off and on.
April of 2023 I took myself off my medications (abilify, lamictal, buspar) because I thought I was cured. Fast forward to July where I’m having full on delusions and tactile hallucinations(too many and too intricate to list). I tried to go impatient at a local psych ward, which they couldn’t admit me because I was not suicidal or homicidal-also they turned me loose on the street in the middle of the night while it was raining while I waited for my sister. I spent the next two months almost to the day just kind of…spiraling. My family is very supportive. Especially my mother and sister (who I live with). I went to the ER 4 or five times I think because I was scared to go back to an inpatient facility because I thought there was some kind of conspiracy to punish me for sins of a past life-delusion. Finally was talked into going to see my psych doctor. I came clean about “being cured” of my bipolar disorder and “I don’t need meds”…needless to say to say she was not happy and put me back on my meds….which I still didn’t take that day. The night I had my sister take me back to the inpatient facility that I went to back in July and they admitted me. Now, I had been there back when I was 20, and it was the place my whole mental health journey started. I was mostly left alone in my room this time. I kept hearing nurses/staff calling my name and just talking nonsense. At one point I was so scared I asked if they were doing that and instead of giving me a “yes/no” answer the nurse just gave a vague “ah we are always saying peoples name” which kind of sent me further down the rabbit hole. I got moved to a different wing after asking that which confused me more. I asked why I was being moved and again, a very vague “oh we just decided to move ya” answer. Shortly after the psychosis started to sent in fully (how I’d best describe it). I won’t go into detail about it all, but I ended up thinking another patient was my doctor and went in his room and he bitched slapped me until next Sunday-which, as you can imagine, did not help. Time felt weird and I felt like I was in a dream. I remember thinking there was a door in the wall and If I could get to it I could get out. Felt EXTREMELY trapped and a lot of fear. They had a guy stay up with me all night and he was pretty cool from what I can remember. He just kind of let me talk nonsense and sat with me. The next day-and this is where stuff really gets fuzzy, I apparently assaulted a worker. From what I remember I just wanted to go home..I came back to with a bunch of people on top of me and the police were called. No one was seriously hurt I just apparently grabbed and shook one of the techs. Some dude I had never seen before told the police I can “either go home or go to jail”. I was so confused I really had no idea what was going on. The police handcuffed me and took me out side. They sat me on the stoop and the two officers started to talked to eachother. One came back, uncuffed me, and put me in his car. He asked me my home address and then he took me home. No one was home, so I crawled through my window to get in. My mother was at chemo therapy and my sister was with her. While home alone I ended up walking about a half a mile down the street (I live by radio towers and I thought they were sending my message, so why not walk towards them to hear them better, right?!). I came to my senses a bit and got scared and didn’t know where I was, but saw my house and just went back home. Mother and sister came home and were furious-not at me, but the inpatient facility. Apparently they hadn’t even called to tell them I was being released….and when I went inpatient they took away my phone and put it in a locker, so I didn’t event have that. Sister went back to get my belongings and was told I’m never allowed back there. I ended up back inpatient at a lousiville hospital the same night I was taken home by the police (I was taken in an ambulance…that I had called because I thought my family was demons-which in hindsight is kind of funny-I threw water on them thinking it was holy water-fully convinced even days after that I had killed them). Been three months and up until recently I’ve still been in denial about being schizoaffective…denial really isn’t the right word, more so confused. Perpetually confused? Anyways, I just joined this subreddit and I plan on reading others experiences, but I’d like to know I’m not alone in all of this. Currently back on meds, back working with my therapist Joe. Not really doing great, but my head is above water.
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2023.12.31 19:11 growingsoulfully Is there a lactose-free Rx of lamotrigine in the US??

In the past, I have been prescribed Lamictal or generic lamotrigine. It helped so much with mood regulation but eventually I developed a rash. Since lamotrigine has a black box warning for skin rash, SJS, & TEN, the psychiatrist I was seeing at the time discontinued that med for me. This occurred almost 10 years ago.
The psychiatrist I got established with this past year asked what my skin rash was like years back during an appointment when we were exploring medication options. I told him I don’t remember what the rash looked like or how bad it was. He said let’s try starting it again with a slow titration & see if rash will re-occur. I was reluctant but agreed to give it a shot.
25mg was fine. 50mg my neck developed a rash. 75mg the rash spread from my neck to my chest & arms. 100mg my whole body developed a red hot itchy rash.
I informed my psychiatrist of the side effects. He advised me to discontinue lamotrigine until my body was fully cleared of the rash, then to restart it & keep the dose at 25mg. I was furious at this recommendation considering the black box warning & that there is no way to predict when a rash will ever turn into TEN or SJS. I even questioned if 25mg can even have any therapeutic effect in stabilizing mood. He said yes.
Despite my personal feelings, I still followed his instructions & restarted at 25mg once my rash was cleared up. I am currently still on a 25mg daily dose.
Since then, I have learned that one of the inactive ingredients in lamotrigine is lactose. I have lactose intolerance. So now I suspect perhaps my rash on higher doses might be due to the lactose in the pill formulation.
What I want to know is if there is a lactose-free formulation of lamotrigine on the market? If so, what is the name for that Rx? I wonder if I can take a higher dose successfully if there is a lactose-free formula available & would really like to try that if possible.
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2023.12.05 08:11 a_different_life_28 Starting again

Hello all — this is my first post in this subreddit, so I’ll provide a little back story in regard to my diagnosis and subsequent treatment with Bipolar II.
Around 2016, I began to experience intense mood-swings. I would be fulfilled and content, but something or or some event would trigger a flip, with me becoming incredibly irritable and withdrawn at a moment's notice. These mood swings would eventually lead to the gradual degradation of my social life, and around a year later, I fell into what I thought was a clinical depression.
I finally begrudgingly graduated college at the insistence of my parents, who were furious upon realizing that I had actually had enough of the requisite credits to graduate several terms earlier, but literally had made no effort to act upon this due my increasing lack of ambition and apathy.
Following graduation, what I thought was depression became clearly worse, and I moved back in with my parents in 2018. From here, the mood swings became even more frequent and severe. This, combined with my continued aimlessness in life, along the seeming loss of ability to function in normal society, led my mother to finally seek a consultation with a local mental health clinic in my area around mid-July of 2019.
I discussed my symptoms in depth with my psychiatric nurse practitioner, and we decided to pursue treatment with Bupropion ER at 150 mg.
Upon taking my first dose, I realized that something was terribly amiss. Over the next four days, I experienced an incredible amount of anxiety; like almost that of impending doom.
I called my PNP day 4, and immediately let them know that something was terribly awry. After a brief check of my vitals and symptoms, we determined that I was encountering my first episode of mania; more specifically, dysphoric hypomania.
I was in a constant state of envy and panic. I became hyper-obsessed with cardio-vascular exercise, determining that my source of problems was my physical weight, and that if I could lose as much weight as quickly as possible, my self-image would improve.
Over the course of August and September of 2019, I proceeded to lose 60 lbs, mainly through extremely excessive cardio and a starvation diet. Despite this weight loss, I began to feel even more suicidal, as if I my goal was to literally exhaust myself to death.
My PNP attempted to get me to take a variety of medications -- at first, it was Luvox, as they thought some of my symptoms were a manifestation of OCD, but I resisted that due to fear of weight gain. The next being Lamictal; however, I was irrationally terrified of SJS, despite being informed that the likelihood of this reaction was that of winning the local powerball.
I ruled out antipsychotics-- again was terrified of the possibility of extra-pyramidal symptoms.
At this point, my PNP had come to the conclusion that I indeed likely had Bipolar II, but was at a loss due to my refusal to take any prescription medication. I eventually ceased the weight loss, mainly due finally the fear of involuntary hospitalization by my parents if I continued along the present course.
I spent the next year in limbo, finally working a job, but still avoiding the suggestion of any prescription medication. Finally, in May of 2020, probably due to the chaos of covid, I reluctantly started Lamictal, and soon moved up to therapeutic dose of 200 mg over the next eight weeks.
I kept up this regimen all the way through September of 2020, but abruptly ceased the medication cold turkey due to fears of what I thought was SJS was manifesting (spoiler alert -- it wasn't). I quickly descended back into that state of dysphoric hypomania, and resumed Lamictal that October.
My job soon came to an end, and unfortunately, I began to abuse alcohol frequently on the weekends. Eventually, it became apparent the Lamictal was no longer enough, as my drinking came to a head one weekend. My drunkeness, combined with my dysphoric hypomanic symptoms nearly caused me to lose all the people closest to me, which led to my agreement to begin Lithium in order to salvage these relationships.
The Lithium was very effective at reducing my suicidal ideation; however, the idea of keeping the element at specific blood levels seemed tedious, and the side effects soon led me to determine that I was finally ready to start an antipsychotic.
My PNP and I arrived on taking Seroquel, as it had the least movement side effect profile. I gradually increased my dosage to 300 mg at night, and my mania began to alleviate. With the abatement of my more serious symptoms, we finally discussed addressing my OCD with the medication I previously mentioned, Luvox.
Despite some initial setbacks (I believe we initially moved up the dosage to quickly, as some symptoms of serotonin overload became to manifest), but we slowed down and adjusted accordingly. I began to tolerate it well, and moved on to the maximum of 300 mg.
This regimen was kept up for the next two years, until I eventually had to find an alternative to Seroquel, as I had gained a hundred pounds (weight loss was no longer an issue at that point so I failed to recognize my turn in the opposite direction).
Back to the drawing board for Atypical Antipsychotics, we tried a variety, with all resulting in intense akathisia that could not be tolerated (Abilify, Latuda, Vraylar), and even tried another anti-convulsant, Oxcarbazapine. This, however, gave me a terrible itchy rash (not SJS), and it too had to be halted.
This June, we realized my insurance covered Caplyta, and I gave it the most recent crack. And it worked! I couldn't notice any significant side-effects, and I felt like I arrived on the proper psychotropic cocktail.
This cocktail includes as follows by dates initiating administration:
Lamotragine (Lamictal) - 200 mg (May of 2020)
Fluvoxamine (Luvox) - 300 mg (March of 2021)
Lumateperone (Caplyta) - 42 mg (June of 2023)
Further down the exploration process, and likely due to my newfound embrace of medication, my PNP and I felt comfortable enough to address another condition of what we thought I had along as well, ADHD. Medications like Adderall were off the table previously, but now that I was on a strong foundation of meds, we agreed that it was worth a short to give Amphetamine/Dextroamphetamine a crack, and soon worked up to 30 mg IR in the mornings.
This is where we believe the proverbial shit hit the fan. Three weeks ago, I began to notice strange physical sensations all over my body. These symptoms began mildly, but over the next two weeks increased dramatically. They were as follows:
Tightness in my eyes, as if someone were pulling my eyeballs upwards out of my sockets
Extreme stiffness in my neck, with difficulty swallowing.
Labored breathing
Pressure in my face, which led me to think of it initially as a sinus infection
And the more severe symptoms.
Rapid, irregular heartbeat
Extreme tightness in my chest, as if someone were standing on it with their feet
Uncontrolled drooling from the mouth
Facial contortions
Fluttering eyelids, dilated and unresponsive pupils
and eventually delirium and fatigue.
I ignored these as much as I could, until eventually I went to the local urgent care due the severity of the situation. From there, my blood pressure was measure at 175/125 or something along those numbers, with my pulse being 167 beat per minute.
A 15 minute ambulance ride later, and doctors at the hospital begin to run blood tests and physical examinations to see what might be happening.
And I fucked up. Doctor assigned to me informs me that the present cocktail I've been taking has worked in concert with one another to induce what I thought was rare as fuck, Serotonin Syndrome.
I am then told that I'll be staying the next 72 hours for monitoring, and that I'd be given massive doses of Ativan to bring me back from the brink.
I shit you not, the amount of Ativan they gave me should have put down an elephant, yet I remained lucid and unfortunately, very anxious. All psychotropic meds were ceased, and I was discharged cold turkey.
Word of advice to doctors in the future -- please don't discharge your patients completely off their psyche meds with no immediate plans to address the likely resurgence of mental health symptoms.
Let's just say I spent the last week in a state of intense delirium, grief, terror, rage, hopelessness, and extreme suicidal ideation.
I'm guessing these symptoms were exacerbated by the fact that I am still in the initial recovery phase of Serotonin Syndrome. Luckily, I was able to see my PNP to discuss the latest events last Wednesday.
We came to the conclusion that it was likely the introduction of Adderall that initiated the syndrome, and subsequently agreed that I should try to return to where I was on some of the medications.
Presently, I have restarted Caplyta at 42 mg, and Lamictal at 25 mg, with plans to level back up to 200 mg.
And now finally the golden question. Have any of you experienced side effects like these with any of your SSRI's and Antipsychotics, and what is your present cocktail?
I really would like to return to where I was on Luvox; however, I was unaware of how power a serotonergic agent this SSRI was, and am unsure if it would be wise to restart this.
Also, is Adderall something I can take a look at again in the future, or is it best to leave this class of meds out entirely?
I apologize for the essay.
Stay safe friends, and thank you for welcoming me into this community.










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2023.11.08 06:51 Infinite_Orange_1207 Mania

Mania
Frequent lurker but first time reddit member. It’s crazy that the bipolar2 reddit is so big but bipolar1 is less common. I just ended my worst manic episode of my life this summer. It was a little over a month. I’m now taking lithium, lurasidone, Lamictal, and duloxetine and seeming to come out the other end ok. But it was so fucking scary. For me, my speech becomes completely intelligible. I stutter and stall out. It’s like my brain is working too fast for my mouth. I walk miles and miles and still am never tired. I was so furious & irritated at everyone who looked at me. I wanted to die so badly. It was a living hell.
My therapist kept saying “in a few weeks time it’ll be better with the medication” and I remember thinking “I don’t think I’m going to live that long.” The depression after was a nightmare. That mania was in June, and I’m just now feeling normal again. I luckily didn’t do any lasting damage other than some minor debt I’m on track to repaying. I would hide my wallet and ID from myself and my memory was so dogshit I couldn’t find it to blow up my bank account. I’m only 22, but I seriously didn’t understand until this year the life sentence this disorder gives you. I’m glad their is a space to talk about it though.
Hang in there everyone.
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2023.09.20 18:38 The_GeneralL My wife cannot get her necessary medications because of this insurance company.

I am not one to complain or one to post on social media very often but I have absolutely been at my whits end. I am getting on here to publicly call out my health insurance provider, US-RX Care. If anybody is looking into a new provider, steer clear of US-RX Care. Unfortunately, my coverage was switched to a combination of Cigna and US-RX Care in January and, at least regarding the latter which covers exclusively pharmeucitcals, I have had nothing but problems.
My loving wife who has been ailed with severe epilepsy since she was 13 years old has to take several medications every day in order to survive and remain seizure-free. She can hardly go a day without taking any of these medications without expecting major issues to arise. Two of, what are probably the most important medications, are called Lamictal XR and Trokendi XR. US-RX Care is simply refusing to help cover them although they are absolutely paramount for my wife's health. She cannot survive without taking them.
Yes, they are both brand name medications, but my wife's doctor is very adamant that she takes the name brands over the generic versions. This is not without reason. When my wife began taking the generic version of Lamictal XR, called Lamotrigene (a medication that supposed to be formulaically the same), she began having seizures every day and I eventually had to take her to the emergency room. This has been explained to the insurance company many, many times but none of this matters to them. It is never about the patients. All about the bottom dollar.
I have been in constant back and forth with the insurance company and Emory Hospital of Atlanta since May trying to get this resolved. When this first started becoming a problem, I was told several times by US-RX Care that we simply needed a prior authorization sent from the provider in order to get the medications she needed approved. After several attempts and constant contact, Emory finally sent prior authorizations for both of my wife's medications in August. I gave the company a few days to receive them and after calling them again US-RX claimed that they "did not receive the prior authorizations." Citing that the means by which the PAs were sent were not sufficient and that the PAs needed to be sent not only by fax but also by accessing the insurance company's website and sending the PAs that way. I was frustrated but we notified Emory to let them know exactly how US-RX wanted the prior authorizations sent. About a week later, my wife got a message from Emory stating prior authorizations were sent again through the means by which US-RX requested. I wait a couple of days to contact US-RX Care again to give them ample amount of time to receive the PAs. I call the insurance company again to check the status of those PAs. The rep from US-RX stated that the PAs were denied. The reasons given were:
1.) For the Lamictal XR, the company requires further documentation from the provider proving that Lamictal XR was authorized in the past by previous health insurance companies.
2.) The Trokendi XR was denied because, despite receiving a prior authorization from Emory for my wife's Trokendi XR, the medicine is not covered under the US-RX Care plan. That an appeal must be filed and a letter from Emory must be sent stating wife's medical necessity for them to cover this particular medicine.
At this point, it is pretty evident that US-RX Care does not intend to cover my wife's meds at all and are simply giving me the run around. I am absolutely furious and I do not know how much longer we can hold out. My wife is working on only a week's worth of medication now. My wife had taken both of these meds for a very long time and they have been the only things that reliably control her seizures. It is getting to the point that I am needing to seek financial aid from charitable organizations just to attempt to cover her medications which are an absolute necessity. But even that is not sustainable. This whole situation is simply appalling.
Why must we have to prove that past health insurances covered that medication? US-RX Care is my CURRENT health insurance provider. It should not matter what was once covered by completely different companies. What if this was hypothetically my first health insurance? She would still need that medication.
I even went to the extent of finding several emails (personal and professional) from the company's president, executive, vice president, pharmacy services manager, and senior manager and emailed all of them about my situation and how dire it was that I needed their help. It has been several days and I have not gotten a single response from one of those individuals.
What really burns me up about that is that at least a couple of these people are very well off individuals. For evidence, just look up the Facebook page of Executive Vice President of US-RX Care, Mark Mincy. This is clearly a very wealthy man. His entire Facebook wall is scattered with pictures of him smoking giant cigars, wearing nice suits, going on nice trips, standing in front of his massive mansion, among other things. I cannot believe that I cannot receive basic necessities for my wife but this man can simply flaunt his money around and not give the slightest hoot about the people who are under the care of his company. I would not mind him being rich if US-RX could do the only job that it is meant to do which is cover necessary medications.
Anyway, moral of the story is, if you are looking for an insurance provider stay away from US-RX Care. They are more interested in financing some wealthy executive's brand new yacht than assist the people they are actually supposed to help.
EDIT: I know everybody on this sub knows what Lamictal and Trokendi are. This post was more aimed at the general public.
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2023.09.20 18:07 The_GeneralL My wife cannot get important medicines she needs because of this evil insurance company.

I am not one to complain or one to post on social media very often but I have absolutely been at my whit's end. I am getting on here to publicly call out my health insurance provider, US-RX Care. If anybody is looking into a new provider, steer clear of US-RX Care. Unfortunately, my coverage was switched to a combination of Cigna and US-RX Care in January and, at least regarding the latter which covers exclusively pharmeucitcals, I have had nothing but problems.
My loving wife who has been ailed with severe epilepsy since she was 13 years old has to take several medications every day in order to survive and remain seizure-free. She can hardly go a day without taking any of these medications without expecting major issues to arise. Two of, what are probably the most important medications, are called Lamictal XR and Trokendi XR. US-RX Care is simply refusing to help cover them although they are absolutely paramount for my wife's health. She cannot survive without taking them.
Yes, they are both brand name medications, but my wife's doctor is very adamant that she takes the name brands over the generic versions. This is not without reason. When my wife began taking the generic version of Lamictal XR, called Lamotrigene (a medication that supposed to be formulaically the same), she began having seizures every day and I eventually had to take her to the emergency room. This has been explained to the insurance company many, many times but none of this matters to them. It is never about the patients. All about the bottom dollar.
I have been in constant back and forth with the insurance company and Emory Hospital of Atlanta since May trying to get this resolved. When this first started becoming a problem, I was told several times by US-RX Care that we simply needed a prior authorization sent from the provider in order to get the medications she needed approved. After several attempts and constant contact, Emory finally sent prior authorizations for both of my wife's medications in August. I gave the company a few days to receive them and after calling them again US-RX claimed that they "did not receive the prior authorizations." Citing that the means by which the PAs were sent were not sufficient and that the PAs needed to be sent not only by fax but also by accessing the insurance company's website and sending the PAs that way. I was frustrated but we notified Emory to let them know exactly how US-RX wanted the prior authorizations sent. About a week later, my wife got a message from Emory stating prior authorizations were sent again through the means by which US-RX requested. I wait a couple of days to contact US-RX Care again to give them ample amount of time to receive the PAs. I call the insurance company again to check the status of those PAs. The rep from US-RX stated that the PAs were denied. The reasons given were:
1.) For the Lamictal XR, the company requires further documentation from the provider proving that Lamictal XR was authorized in the past by previous health insurance companies.
2.) The Trokendi XR was denied because, despite receiving a prior authorization from Emory for my wife's Trokendi XR, the medicine is not covered under the US-RX Care plan. That an appeal must be filed and a letter from Emory must be sent stating wife's medical necessity for them to cover this particular medicine.
At this point, it is pretty evident that US-RX Care does not intend to cover my wife's meds at all and are simply giving me the run around. I am absolutely furious and I do not know how much longer we can hold out. My wife is working on only a week's worth of medication now. My wife had taken both of these meds for a very long time and they have been the only things that reliably control her seizures. It is getting to the point that I am needing to seek financial aid from charitable organizations just to attempt to cover her medications which are an absolute necessity. But even that is not sustainable. This whole situation is simply appalling.
Why must we have to prove that past health insurances covered that medication? US-RX Care is my CURRENT health insurance provider. It should not matter what was once covered by completely different companies. What if this was hypothetically my first health insurance? She would still need that medication.
I even went to the extent of finding several emails (personal and professional) from the company's president, executive, vice president, pharmacy services manager, and senior manager and emailed all of them about my situation and how dire it was that I needed their help. It has been several days and I have not gotten a single response from one of those individuals.
What really burns me up about that is that at least a couple of these people are very well off individuals. For evidence, just look up the Facebook page of Executive Vice President of US-RX Care, Mark Mincy. This is clearly a very wealthy man. His entire Facebook wall is scattered with pictures of him smoking giant cigars, wearing nice suits, going on nice trips, and standing in front of his massive mansion. I cannot believe that I cannot receive basic necessities for my wife but this man can simply flaunt his money around and not give the slightest hoot about the people who are under the care of his company. I would not mind him being rich if US-RX could do the only job that it is meant to do which is cover necessary medications.
Anyway, moral of the story is, if you are looking for an insurance provider stay away from US-RX Care. They are more interested in financing some wealthy executive's brand new yacht than assist the people they are actually supposed to help.
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2023.06.10 04:15 annfrost3 Stop taking medication because I don't know if I actually have bipolar

I'm sorry this is a really long post I'm sorry but I need your input here. I would really appreciate if you read it!
I am kind of at a loss.. I've struggled with emotional regulation and my mood for a few years now. I struggled with "rage" for about 8 years now and I thought it was because of cptsd so I went to counseling and I was still struggling. Last year I was sitting in bed with my daughter and all of a sudden, it felt like my mind switched. I was having suicidal thoughts. I had rarely experienced those and my period was coming up so I thought it was pms. I started going to the gym and was going all out and I was feeling awesome and then I would feel severely depressed and then my period would come. I thought it was maybe pmdd so I met with someone and they put me on Zoloft. It wasn't helping. I felt worse.
I have struggled with bad insomnia majority of my life as well. I would fall asleep around 9 or 10 then wake up at midnight or 1 and be up for hours with a lot of energy and ready to wake up but I wanted to fall back asleep so bad but I just couldn't so I would just be in bed for hours waiting for the sun to rise. I was completely fine for the day day in and day out. Suddenly, those suicidal thoughts and extreme crying spells became ALL THE TIME. It was like my mind was obsessed with hurting me but I didn't want to die and I tried to go to the gym and literally couldn't keep it together I never went back. I didn't want to leave bed my husband and family were constantly receiving calls from me because I was so scared I was going to do something. I met with a NP and she asked about my mood struggles and I shared I had really bad postpartum and I would find myself fixating on somebody one moment wishing they would care about me and want to be my friend then I would be furious and vent to my husband about how terrible they are. Things like that. I thought a lot of my mood shifts were from trauma but I couldn't describe how badly my mood controls me and I feel so disconnected.
She started me on Abilify and it threw me. I wanted to spend lots of money, I had a lot of energy and then I swung the other way into severe depression. She upped my dose and the obsession with hurting myself continued. In January of this year, She changed my medication to Lamictal. I went on a major book obsession I read about 12 books over 400 pages each which was weird for me I've never been into reading and I was joining all the book clubs on social media everything. It lasted exactly 7 days and then I was not interested in reading at all. I still haven't picked up a book since.
In March I again was feeling really spendy and financially very generous. It lasted about 2-3 days and then later one evening I had so much energy I was crawling out of my skin. I was pacing, hyperventilating, sobbing couldn't pull it together. I didn't experience a low after that I did feel like I had a hangover though for about two days.
I met with another doctor and she believes I have bipolar 2 as well as ADHD. My aunt on my moms side and about 5 of my cousins have bipolar. She believes I definitely have it. So she upped my medication. I got very spendy again. Spent about 5000 on furniture for our next place we are moving to. This lasted about 3 days.. I was in the kitchen later in the day and all of the sudden I felt a switched in my mind and got very angry. I was mad at my husband our dogs just randomly. I then bursted into tears again with suicidal thoughts. I began to panic telling my husband he is going to be sick of me and leave me or I'm going to end up taking my own life and not see my daughter grow up. I broke down really bad. The next 2 days I had nothing to give. My energy was very low. I didn't want to get out of bed. On the 3 sad day I felt suicidal again and broke down. The next morning, completely fine. Didnt even think about the days before. I just woke up feeling happy, productive and ready to go. This is how things have been going to me. I am wondering if my medication has caused these "fake" hypomanic episodes, or if my medication isn't working at all or if I dont even have bipolar and I need to start over. My family doesn't believe I have it but they haven't lived around me for years so I really am confused. I dont think I've had hypersexual or risky behaviors in any of these times. I refer to these episodes as mental breakdowns. I struggled with not leaving my house because I was scared of getting kidnapped for about 2 years. I've not come close to that. I do have trauma from growing up but my life is so great and my relationships are great I don't know what the crap is happening. My mood will sometimes be appearing as an episode and last exactly a few days and sometimes my mood will just switched and Ill just burst into tears. I don't know what I should do.
Thank you!
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2023.02.19 20:22 kuro-chan335 I don’t understand the issue with prescribing valproic acid in females.

I have Juvenile Myoclonic and Generalized Epilepsy. I got off of 3000 mg of Keppra because I was tired and absolutely furious at the smallest things. My neuro prescribed me on 200 mg of Lamictal, which was a bitch to get on to. I literally knew it wasn’t enough and the day I fully weened off Keppra on to Lamictal, I had seizures. I really wish I said something because I just knew it was not going to be enough. A year and a half seizure free down the drain. And I had recently gotten my drivers permit. I’m getting off Lamictal because it has been awful for me. High anxiety and depression, and extreme short-term memory loss. I’ve only tried a two options and there are lots out there but this question has sat in the back of my mind. I’m 18 and a female. I do not want kids. I’m also a Lesbian so my options are already limited. I will never ever want kids so I don’t appreciate lectures about how “I’ll change in the future”. I have about 4 different disorders besides Epilepsy. I cannot bear giving those to my children. Mental Illness and Alcoholism runs in my family, and does not skip generations. If I run out of options, what am I gonna do? Convince my Neuro? Are there any females on this med?
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2023.01.29 07:29 bipolarnotsober Put a message on here at a really dark moment of my life. Things are still absolutely terrible but I just wanted to say I love you guys.

I was in a fucked up state in suicidal paranoia. Something I've never experienced before. I was frozen in fear on my sofa for 5 hours because I felt like if I got up I was going to kill myself.
I'm in a bitch of a mixed episode. Nearly hit rock bottom or maybe I did but I still can't fucking sleep. I went 5 nights with no sleep before that incident happened. Brain is hyperactive but depressed and my body is absolutely fucked. My body is so bloody tired.
I'm having symptoms of mania while also being alert with absolutely no energy. Lamictal is great for slot of people but for me it's s psychological trap of dysphoric mania.
Can't get actual help until Monday :(
Edit: haven't been completely honest. I've been having seizures for 6 months
I spoke to a duty doctor and they've told me to ask my GP for thyroid blood test and an MRI scan of my head. If this is some kind of brain tumor fucking with me I'm going to be furious but also turn down treatment. A fucked up part of me has wanted cancer for years just so I can pass away without it being suicide..
Edit2: spoke to my dad. Symptoms really are looking like a tumor. If it is dad is going to take legal guardianship so I will have to get treatment. I asked him too. If I die dad's said he'll die too so now I really fucking don't want to die
ANYWAY. HAPPY THOUGHTS.
This community cared about me and sent wonderful messages so thank you so much. i love this place so much ❤️
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2022.12.15 17:31 Much_Switch1 Delayed onset of mood changes?

I’ve been on Keppra AND Lamictal for 7 months now. My Neuro mentioned the potential mood changes from Keppra, and that I should wean off after getting bloodwork, but since I work with dangerous racehorses I put it off, not wanting to skip meds for the bloodwork (I’m absolutely terrified of having another seizure).
Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve noticed occasional anger, but today I slammed a coffee mug down so it broke, got pissed at my boyfriend for sleeping in, am furious at THE WEATHER, and came close to hitting my dog for eating out of the trash. None of this is my “normal”. I’m usually very emotionally level-headed, even when PMSing I can control my moods. Today, I’m extremely annoyed by everything. Yesterday was the same.
Has anyone else experienced such a delay in side effects? Assuming the weaning starts soon, what can I possibly expect to experience?
Current doses: 1,000mg Keppra/day 250mg Lamictal/day
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2022.06.13 03:31 SensitiveSeat8106 I feel like something is wrong - and I know something is - I just don’t know exactly what.

I’m a 39 year old bipolar woman engaged to a wonderful man who loves, cherishes, and adores me as much as I do for him. Things are good there. I’m very lucky and I’ve gotten to where I can see that and appreciate it. He knows I’m bipolar and accepts me for it anyway. He’s an amazing guy. I’m currently on a cocktail of medication: lamictal, Rexulti, Propranalol, Wellbutrin XR, and Modafanil. I have Klonipin to take when I need it as well as hydroxine for less extreme circumstances. I only mention these things to give a complete picture. :)
I’ve been cycling through moods like someone channel surfing. I’m happy and things are good but then my fiancé says something that I normally wouldn’t take offense to, and I’m a huge mess in tears and completely overreacting. In the very back of my mind, I know I’m overreacting but it’s like that knowledge is overridden by the emotions of that moment, if that makes sense? I get angry easily. It’s not violent anger (very rarely do I get to such a state; you have to know how to set me off). I’m not throwing things and screaming like a banshee. I just seem to take offense to every freaking thing said to me. I’m sleeping fine. If anything, sleep is a refuge for me because…..
My narcissistic mother has gotten to the point to where my sister and I are seriously wishing she would go into a nursing home (my mom is 70). Mom is a story in and of herself. She’s the only who ever so graciously gave me my emotional issues (which according to her come from my father). She is a rain cloud hanging over my otherwise sunny life, pelting me with raindrops full of misery, dismay, depression, and dislike for anything that displeases her (which is about every other second). She has always been this way but never to this point. I feel like she’s draining the life from my soul and I don’t know how to make it stop without telling her to F-off.
I know I’m not the only one who has thought to themselves about the irony of being the one on medication and in therapy when it seems like someone else needs it more.
I’m going to see my psychiatrist this coming Friday, and we’re leaving afterwards for a lovely weekend vacation at the beach. That following Monday, I start a great job working from home. There is a lot of good in my life right now. That’s why I don’t get where these mood swings are coming from. I can’t sit still without doing something. We’re completely caught up on laundry (it’s even put away which is pretty huge for me, I admit) because I can’t just lounge around with my fiancé and relax. The only reason I’m able to lay on our bed right now is because I’m furiously typing away on my phone.
So here’s a question that I feel I should be able to answer myself after 22 years of having a bipolar diagnosis: is it possible that the stress my mother has put upon me has induced a slight bit of hypomania? My mania is stress reactive at times so it would make sense. I just don’t have the crazy racing thoughts, insomnia, and euphoria of pure mania.
I apologize for the venting. I know my fiancé loves me and he does listen to me, but he doesn’t quite understand the fear of mania that other bipolar individuals have. If you’ve read this far, thank you for listening. ❤️
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2022.05.02 21:30 Bubzoluck [23 min read] Our Most Lacking Resource is Listening - History, Chemistry, and Treatment of Borderline Personality Disorder w/

[23 min read] Our Most Lacking Resource is Listening - History, Chemistry, and Treatment of Borderline Personality Disorder w/
Welcome back to SAR! Ahh May—the grass is coming back, the birds are yelling in the morning, and it's Borderline Personality Disorder Awareness Month! Oh what a coincidence, that’s our topic for today! This week we also feature Alex (u/smokeytaboo477), a 24 year old American diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, and major depressive disorder. I came into contact with Alex through this SAR blog and we got to chatting about his journey through mental health and finding care. Alex’s story is representative of other young patients who desperately need help while juggling lack of resources and lack of listening. Today we will look at his story as it augments our understanding of the history of BPD and one example of how mental health is treated.
Disclaimer: this post is not designed to be medical advice. It is merely a look at the chemistry of medications and their general effect on the body. Each person responds differently to antidepressant therapy. Please talk to your doctor about starting, stopping, or changing medical treatment.

Stuck in the Middle of Neurotic and Psychotic

“To my friends and family on the outside at the time, everything seemed “normal”. I was bubbly and appeared to be in a good mood, but I became very good at hiding my emotions and I learned how to manipulate certain situations and people. For those who don’t know, one symptom of BPD is intense emotions and unstable/rapid emotional shifts that happen from moment to moment at a time. I was never taught how to cope with strong emotions, so I began cutting myself at around the age of 13. I became very good at hiding my inner turmoil from everyone. “

Example of 1930s Mental Health Practices
Our story begins in a dimly lit room; a young woman lays uncomfortably on a leather sofa while an old man with wiry white hair scribbles on his notepad. She has just explained her childhood and the man has hummed and murmured under his breath the entire time. She lays still, uncomfortably waiting for the next line of berating questions that delve into each part of her psyche and being. The psychiatrist underlines a word twice at the bottom of the page and flips the pad closed. “I'm sorry Madam, but your diagnosis is unclear. You are on the border of one or another diagnosis. Your mind is incredibly unclear. I cannot help you.” She leaves, feeling more helpless than before.
  • The history of borderline personality disorder is quite modern compared to other disorders. Depression was first cataloged in the early 1600s (although you could claim the Greeks did it first), obsessive compulsive disorder was characterized in 1834, and schizophrenia by the end of the 1800s. Borderline personality disorder still sat uncharacterized.
    • Up till the 20th century, most psychiatrists and physicians believed mental illness to be organic in nature—they were caused by the deterioration of a part of the brain resulting in a psychological change. It was Freud who popularized psychoanalysis and the belief that mental health might be psychological in nature first. As such, patients fell into two categories: neurotic or able to be analyzed and psychotic unable to be analyzed.

Adolph Stern 1879-1958
  • Adolph Stern, a Hungarian-American psychiatrist was enraptured by the ideas set forth by Freud. In 1915 he became a member of the American Psychoanalytic Association and by 1920 was psychoanalyzed by Freud himself. With Freud’s health deteriorating by the beginning of WW2, it was Stern and other notable psychiatrists that picked up the psychoanalysis torch.
    • Now as a bit of an aside, there is a tendency to believe that psychoanalysis was creepy, weird, and overall a pseudoscience. While Freud may have been, psychoanalysis was the gateway needed to open up psychology to a more scientific and less superstitious practice. Through Carl Jung and Erik Erikson, psychoanalysis transformed into its modern counterpart cognitive-behavioral theory which was expanded over the course of the late 20th century. I wish I could go through each detail but unfortunately I am entirely underqualified (psychologists hit me up!).
  • Practicing out of New York, Stern was diligent at looking at old pathologies in the new view of psychoanalysis. When speaking to the New York Psychoanalytic Society in 1927, Stern characterized a group of patients who “fit frankly neither into the psychotic (non-analyzable) nor into the psychoneurotic group (analyzable)” and coined the term borderline.

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So what is this mystery disease? Borderline personality disorder is part of Cluster B personality disorders. This cluster is dubbed the antisocial personality cluster and is characterized by behavioral traits that are generally outside of cultural norms. BPD can present in many different ways, but is generally identified by a few distinct symptoms:
  • Impulsivity (e.g. risky behaviors, substance abuse, promiscuity)
  • Suicidaility (about 70% of BPD patients attempt suicide, 10% complete it)
  • Heightened affectivity (increased response to emotions like happiness, stress, sadness, etc.)
  • Anger
  • Brief psychotic episodes (disconnect from reality with or without delusions)
  • Intolerable aloneness often culminating in fears of abandonment
  • Close relationships marked by idealization or devaluation.

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“Just before being diagnosed with BPD, I was hospitalized. My mother found out I was cutting myself and she forced me to show her where I had been self harming (at this point I was doing it on my thighs to be more secretive) and she immediately took me to the ER. I was admitted to the psychiatric ward and put on Zoloft [Sertraline], a few months later I was diagnosed with BPD by an outpatient psychiatrist and put on Lamictal [Lamotrigine]. I was told to “make sure I was in therapy” but he never specified the type- so I just went to a standard CBT therapist. For those who don’t know, Dialectical behavioral therapy is the “gold standard” for borderline personality disorder but the psychiatrist did not specify that. I wish I was in DBT at this time.
Moving forward, I wasn't feeling better. I was still throwing up everything I ate (which my parents didn’t know about until later on- I was very good at hiding all of it). I was taking medication, going to weekly therapy, but I just didn’t feel better. I began to smoke a lot of weed to cope, along with cutting myself, throwing up whatever I ate, binge drinking, and it just got worse. Not to mention, both of my siblings and both of my parents are addicts.”

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Otto Kernberg b. 9/10/1928
Adolph Stern pulled back the curtains on BPD but didn’t ascribe to it being a distinct condition in itself. Almost three decades after Stern’s talk introducing borderline into the psychiatric lexicon, Otto Kernnberg took a swing at defining the untreatable patients. Kernberg made waves in the psychiatry world with his theory on ego psychology—changing it from a Freudian model to a more modern perspective. He used psychoanalytic psychotherapy to focus on listening to the patient and using their words to modify the treatment. In a sense, he listened first, listened some more, and then made a decision.
  • In 1967 Kernberg released a paper defining the boundaries between neurotic and psychotic patients and firmly defined the criteria that established borderline personality organization. He used Stern’s cluster of symptoms and behavioral traits to develop the beginnings of a diagnosis.
    • This work was expanded by Roy Grinker the following year with the release of a case series on a few BPD patients. This long term study of a few patients integrated the idea that BPD often overlaps with other conditions, not excludes them. We now identify other comorbid conditions associated with BPD like eating disorders, self-harm, and substance use disorders. In fact, the extent of comorbidity is so great, that having a patient with pure BPD is almost unheard of.
“In January of 2016 when my parents divorced (I was about 17-18 at the time), I found a primary care physician who was oblivious. She prescribed me everything I wanted- I didn’t/don’t have an abuse problem with z-drugs/benzos, but I LOVED adderall. I manipulated her into prescribing it for me. I “faked” an ADHD diagnosis. Every month I asked her to increase the dose. I ended up on the maximum dose. It may seem stupid to have an adderall prescription and use crystal meth at the same time, but I don’t care. There was just something about adderall. I don’t know how my doctor didn’t see the warning signs. I was rapidly losing more and more weight. I was skeletal at this point.
I complained about anxiety, so she put me on ativan. I genuinely knew nothing about benzos. I didn’t care. I was in a very bad place at the time. I decided to ask her to keep me on adderall 60mg per day (which was gone in days, every month felt like Christmas morning when I got it filled. When I ran out I’d use meth or just buy adderall from a girl I knew), klonopin 2mg 2x per day (did not abuse it- it just countered the anxiety and panic attacks from the speed), and lamotrigine which didn't do anything anyways.”

  • In Kernberg’s paper, he famously defined BPD as a “good-mother bad-mother dichotomy first experienced in infancy” that resulted in a “split, tearing the world in two.” As a result, Kernberg viewed BPD patients as a “matter of extremes: Hero and Villain, savior and persecutor, victim and torturer. A relationship of chaos as well as cognitive, emotional, and behavioral instability.” Geez Otto, keep it light.
    • Despite providing little actual evidence in his paper, Kernberg banged on the psychoanalysis drum the loudest. His ideas were repeated constantly and would remain influential in the understanding of BPD. Since the disorder is more common in women, Kernberg pitched the idea that this was a gendered disease reviving the Victorian practice of female hysteria.
“Over the next few years, EVERYTHING got worse- not just with my own mental health, but my family life. I was hospitalized again after a really bad explosive argument with my family- I tried to impulsively down my bottle of lamotrigine and 911 was called. The hospital was useless. My eating disorder got so bad that I had a grand mal seizure in the middle of my high school class room. I began to use methamphetamines/adderall(amphetamine salts) to lose even more weight. I stopped taking my medication. My therapist moved, so I stopped seeing a therapist. My parents divorced in January of 2016 and when I thought I had already reached rock bottom, well, I found out rock bottom had a basement. I won't go into all of the details of that year, but it was a very, very, very dark year for me and my family.”

Okay we lied, mental health is actually biological in nature

“Fall of 2016. I was depressed, severely suicidal, addicted to speed, dependent on benzodiazepines, unstable, and I was literally dying from an eating disorder. I saw a therapist for a few months and she went to a seminar and she found an eating disorder program in my state that will take my insurance. That therapist/admissions persons/insurance agent who fought for me to be admitted SAVED my life. Honestly, I did not want to go to treatment. I wanted my ED and drugs to kill me. But I needed to leave the abusive environment that I was in. I had nowhere else to go, so I went to rehab 9 hours away.
With the success of psychoanalysis during and after WW2 (especially when treating PTSD associated with the war), you would be hard pressed to find a single psychiatrist who didn’t believe in the merits of psychoanalysis. After all, we saw the greatest works of Carl Jung on personality (which later gave rise to the Myers-Briggs personality test), Hermann Rorschach (the psychiatrist not the DC supervillain), and Erik Erikson (who defined the extremely famous theory of life stages and development). The 1950s and 60s was full of introspection (and LSD), so investigating the mind was extremely groovy. Well, until the 70s came knocking.
  • It was Stern that first defined the criteria for borderline personality disorder but he mischaracterized it as a catchall term for those who couldn’t fit into other established disorders. To Stern, these patients sat on the border of truly sick and healthy and most patients were thought of as atypical presentations of anxiety disorders, bipolar disorder, depression, or schizophrenia. This foundation of “untreatable” would persist for decades impacting treatment of those who needed it most.
“Finding a new psychiatric practitioner was tricky. I have been turned away from others, but I kept looking on Psychology Today. I called several, and off the bat I just ask “Hi, do you guys treat borderline personality disorder?” If not, move on to the next. Some practitioners just refuse to treat personality disorders- my guess is the stigma, and people with personality disorders are (hate to say it but it's true) “difficult” to treat.”
  • The medical community was turned on its head in the 1950s with the discovery of receptors that bound to common neurotransmitters in the brain. Likewise the development of antidepressants and discovery of antidepressants that target those specific neurotransmitters revolutionized the idea of mental health. Again.
    • By the beginning of the 1970s, the world was embracing the race to discover the biologic basis of the brain. The invention of CT scanning changed the game completely as doctors could see the brain working while the patient was alive and without their skull removed.

John Gunderson 1948-2019
  • This new perspective of BPD as biological changed the inciting factor of BPD from Freudian in nature to a more modern concept. Now seen as a result of one's upbringing or trauma (nurture) or genetics (nature), psychology was changing its view on many of the most solidified disorders. This change in thinking was pushed firmly by John Gunderson throughout the early 1970s culminating in ground breaking BPD research in 1975. It is Gunderson’s data that was integrated into the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual for Mental Disorders (DSM) in 1980 as part of the third edition. [If you are interested in learning from Gunderson, he has a great series on youtube about BPD.]
    • Since Gunderson’s paper, a number of different subsequent studies have been done to further characterize the biological nature of the “untreatable disease:”
      • Twin studies suggest that the heritability factor for BPD is 0.69—suggesting that if one twin is diagnosed with BPD, the other twin has a ~70% chance to also be diagnosed. This suggests a strong inheritable genetic factor to BPD, especially the impulsive aggression and mood dysregulation symptoms. It should be noted that the chance to develop BPD if a first order relative has BPD (father, mother, non-twin sibling) is around 23-30% while the chance to develop it without a familial history is around 10%.
      • Psychosocial factors of BPD also play a major role in the development and progression of the disease. A history of substance misuse in the family home can precipitate BPD in susceptible individuals. Likewise, childhood sources of trauma such as neglect or physical/sexual/emotional abuse can all occur in high rates among those diagnosed with BPD. Few studies however point to how the features of the environment specifically create a vulnerability to BPD. For right now we can only classify connections, not causes.
“The talk I had with my prescriber was not easy. I needed her to fill out paperwork/”recommendation” for insurance basically saying I medically need this treatment. needed to be honest with the doctor prescribing adderall. I told her: “look.. I have an eating disorder, I have been abusing the adderall this whole time. Can you please fill out the paperwork required so I can get help?”. She was not happy at all, but she did it. Looking back, I am one brave motherfucker.”

Treating the (formally) Untreatable

“While I was in rehab, the psychiatrist said something that threw me off. He said: “You don’t abuse people. You don’t manipulate people. You behave, so you don’t have borderline personality disorder. You have bipolar disorder. I'm gonna start you on seroquel (Quetiapine).”. I didn’t know what the hell seroquel was. This was my first ever antipsychotic medication, and from this point on, a series of medications were tried over the course of the next 5 years. While I was in the facility, I was diagnosed with bipolar 1 disorder with mixed features, generalized anxiety, and ADHD (a serious ADHD diagnosis? Who knew?) And obviously my eating disorder: Anorexia Nervosa purging type.”
Since then, I have tried different medications. Several antipsychotics, I experienced this lovely side effect called: akathisia. For me, akathisia was this severe sense of restlessness that I could not control. I felt like I was crawling out of my skin. I could not physically stop moving, I couldn’t stop pacing. I would walk back and forth for hours. I experienced akathisia on low doses of Geodon (Ziprasidone) and Vraylar (Cariprazine). Low dose Latuda (Lurasidone) was activating and I didn’t like how I felt on it. Rexulti (Brexipiprazole) actually helped my depressive symptoms but stopped working for a year and caused me to gain 40 pounds with no change in appetite or activity. I can go on and on, I have tried about 20+ medications to help manage my conditions. They all just didn’t work and I got really bad side effects. But don’t let my experience scare you.”

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Alright, chemistry time! When we look at treating the so-called ‘serious mental illnesses’ like BPD, schizophrenia, and bipolar disorder, the path is not as clear. Often the answer is not where to begin but will it work? For patients, the road to finding a drug therapy that works for them is a myriad of trial and error, and feelings of failure are rampant among this population. Sometimes it can take up to a dozen medications before finding the one that solves the issue, that’s not the fault of the patient but an example of how each brain is different. Generally, about 10% of BPD patients will be prescribed an antipsychotic, 27% a mood stabilizer, 35% an anxiolytic, and 61% an antidepressant. Often the prescribed drug is continued in an attempt to prevent stress-related symptoms but if there is, another drug class is added. About 75% of BPD patients are polypharmacy.

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Mood stabilizers are a group of drugs that are used to treat symptoms of mania or depression and bring ‘calmness’ to the brain. This is a pharmacological class of drugs, not a chemical class as they are made up drugs from anticonvulsants (such as for epilepsy, oh look another post), antipsychotics, and lithium. As such, the structures of these drugs vary but we do see their relative effects to be similar—hence pharmacological not chemical class.

Iminostillbene vs Carbamazepine vs Oxcarbazepine
  • Our first drug is Carbamazepine (Tegretol). This antiseizure medication was developed in 1968 as an improvement of Phenytoin, an hydantoin. Carbamazepine needs to be titrated up to its effective anti-seizure dose (800-1600mg) on a slow weekly schedule. This slow weekly increase of 200 mg showed a mood stabilizing effect (lower highs and higher lows) which prompted researchers to investigate its usefulness in mood disorders (like bipolar disorder). They found that lower doses of carbamazepine actually improved mood symptoms and so the extended release of the drug was marketed as a mood stabilizer in 2004.

Metabolism of Carbamazepine and Oxcarbazepine
  • Oxcarbazepine (Trileptal) is the 10-keto version of carbamazepine. Unlike carbamazepine, oxcarbazepine shows significantly less auto-inducing of its own metabolism, and so a smaller dose of medication can be given. Also, oxcarbazepine levels do not need to be monitored as closely in new patients or those undergoing intense antibiotic regimens. Oxcarbazepine is used off label for bipolar disorder and BPD.
  • Carbamazepine is used for its ability to improve impulsivity and can be extremely useful in younger patients who naturally show more proclivity towards risky behavior. This can be why it is also used in the treatment of substance use disorder, especially cocaine. Unfortunately it can lead to a worsening in depressive symptoms which may result in an increase in suicidal thinking in non-suicidal patients.

Topiramate
  • Topiramate (Topamax) is among my top 5 drug structures. Any organic chemistry student will have flashbacks to furiously studying hemiacetals, acetals, and sugars. My question for them is: what kind of structure is topiramate? If you said a sulfamate-substituted monosaccharide derived from fructose then good on you! (easy amirite?) Topiramate was approved in 1996 for partial and tonic-clonic seizures. Later, it was found to be useful in a myriad of behavioral and mood disorders like augmenting alcohol dependence, binge eating disorder, bipolar disorder, bulimia nervosa, and BPD. It is also indicated for obesity and type 2 diabetes mellitus due to its side effects of loss of appetite and weight loss.
    • Due to sulfamate moiety, topiramate is excreted 80% unchanged by the kidneys. This means that most of the drug is not even processed in the liver, making it a great option for patients with heavy drug therapies or liver dysfunction. This does require good kidney function to be maintained and so older patients who may develop renal insufficiency should be closely.
    • Topiramate has demonstrated teratogenicity or that it affects fetal development. As such, females of reproductive age are advised to be on oral contraceptives to prevent unwanted pregnancy. Even though Topiramate does not undergo much liver metabolism, it does affect the liver’s processing of other drugs. Notably, it affects the Cytochrome P450 enzymes CYP2C19 and CYP3A4. Oral contraceptives are metabolized through CYP3A4 making them less effective. As such, patient taking this drug while using oral contraceptives should use a secondary form of backup (like condoms).
    • Topiramate’s usefulness comes from its effect on strong emotions like anger, sadness, and anxiety. Patients report an increase in interpersonal relationships though, which helps with integration in social settings which probably is the reported increase in quality of life.

Lamotrigine
  • Next up on our list is Lamotrigine (Lamictal) is a 5-phenyl-1,2,4-triazine derivative originally indicated for adult partial seizures and adjunctly to patients with a rare form seizure disorder called Lennox-Gastaut syndrome. Uniquely, Lamotrigine requires a very slow up-titration schedule with most dose increases happening once every two weeks. This is done to avoid precipitating a life threatening immune condition called Steven-Johnson syndrome (SJS) and Toxic Epidermal Necrolysis (TEN). These adverse events are a life-threatening skin rash that can cause large portions of the skin to become ulcerated. That being said, lamotrigine is a safe medication that when used correctly can be life saver for many patients.
    • Lamotrigine combines the benefits of Topiramate and Carbamazepine. It has a benefit on strong emotions like anxiety and anger while also improving impulsivity.

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“I eventually found a psychiatric nurse practitioner who specifically said they treat trauma and personality disorder, along with mood and anxiety disorders. She is now my current prescriber and she is amazing. We found a medication combination that works wonders: Lithium Carbonate and Pregabalin (Lyrica). I'm also on other as needed medications: Hydroxyzine, Clonidine: both PRN for anxiety/sleep. She is also the only doctor who is willing to do the Ashton Manual: Because I’ve had issues tapering off of Klonopin itself, we are currently cross tapering from Klonopin (clonazepam) to valium (diazepam), and will eventually taper off. Besides occasional cannabis use, I have stayed clean from everything else.”
  • Lithium carbonate (Eskalith, Lithobid) is a unique drug because it is actually not a drug! Well… not in the traditional sense. Lithium is an ion, not a organic chemical like most other drugs. We think that Lithium works by reducing neuron excitability and increasing inhibitory neuronal processes, thus stabilizing brain activity. Likewise, as an ion similar to sodium, it regularly enters the cell and affects intracellular secondary messaging.

Therapeutic Index vs Lithium Toxicity Symptoms
  • Lithium is titrated to a certain blood level of 0.6-1.2 milliequivalents per liter (mEq/L). This range is called the therapeutic index/window or the blood concentration range needed to show the desired effect. In this case, lithium improves emotional instability and brings a person back to ‘normal’ quicker than without it. Below the range, patients see a sub-therapeutic effect—in this case the return of the BPD symptoms. Above the therapeutic range, the person would see lithium toxicity. It should be noted that a person can see “chronic toxicity” or side effects even at therapeutic levels.
  • As an ion, Lithium is not metabolized by the liver at all like other drugs. Instead, it is completely handled by the kidneys. As such, ensuring kidney function is key for preventing acute lithium toxicity. As such, patients who show rapid renal decompensation could present seizures, heart attacks, delirium, coma, or death. Lithium is thus considered a narrow therapeutic index drug since the range is very small and the potential effects are so dangerous.
“Lithium has been the main game changer. My level ranges between 0.2-0.3, so it’s “sub-therapeutic” and my doctor has seen this in practice. The typical “effective” range is 0.5-0.8, but this low level has made a significant difference in my emotional lability, rage outbursts, depressive symptoms, and some of my emotional reactivity. I feel like I can actually utilize the skills I’m supposed to use. Side note: Not saying medication is a cure, but my medication regimen has made a HUGE difference compared to before taking it.”

The gold standard is NOT drug therapy

When discussing mental health, treatment should not be a discussion of drugs or therapy. Studies have shown therapy alone to be superior to medications alone and a synergistic effect when the two are combined in an intentional way. As such, drugs and therapy are instances where 1 + 1 = 5.
“When I was hospitalized for my 4th time, the psychiatric practitioner told me I was bipolar and that I was having a mixed episode, but I was told by a weekend doctor (during the weekends there's a different psychiatric nurse practitioner than during the week) and he went over my symptoms and told me “you don’t have bipolar disorder. You have borderline personality disorder. You really need DBT. I knew it. It always confused me because when you read literature on bipolar, episodes of mania last for several days at a time- I didn’t have that. My moods/emotions are highly changeable and can be extremely reactive, but they never last for several days in a row. I meet the full diagnostic criteria for BPD- every single symptom. While I was in treatment, my family moved across the country. So when I completed treatment, I didn’t return back to my hometown. I didn’t have the connections I did to get drugs. Anytime I would bring up misdiagnosis, they would blow me off so I felt kind of hopeless. I didn’t know how to find DBT. DBT is not readily available in my area.”
Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy vs Dialectical Behavioral Therapy General DBT Treatment Timeline
  • For many the use of Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) is key for understanding how our thoughts and emotions dictate our behaviors and vice versa. CBT gives individuals the ability to recognize maladaptive thoughts and gives them tools for better thought patterns, perceptions, and behavioral goals.
  • For personality disorders like BPD, cognitive behavioral therapy is not the best approach. These individuals struggle to regulate the emotion before it generates into a thought (hence the high prevalence of impulsivity). As such, these individuals benefit from a more specific kind of CBT, called Dialectical Behavior Therapy (DBT).
    • DBT relies on using mindfulness skills to help regulate emotions, tolerate distress, and improve relationships. DBT helps teach individuals how to live with discomfort and accept the way things are rather than reacting to the discomfort in unhelpful ways.
“I moved to a nearby city, and because of the clinic’s policy they don't treat people in the county I’m living in. Damn. I’m scared. I’ve tried a benzo taper before, who is willing to keep me on it? How do I find a good therapist? What should I do? I called at least 10 places. Most either didn’t get back to me, didn’t accept BPD patients for whatever reason even though it’s on their profile, OR they don't take my insurance. I left a message for one who takes my insurance. I was just done. I was ready to give up.

Marsh M. Linehan
  • The origin of DBT is incredibly interesting. In 1950, a 17 year old girl was locked in a seclusion room at the Institute of Living in Hartford, Connecticut. She was admitted for being suicidal and formally diagnosed with schizophrenia. Early treatment notes labeled her the “most disturbed patient on the ward” and was subjected to electroconvulsive therapy. One year later, Linehan left the Institute of Living and attended Loyola University, Chicago in 1968. She would graduate cum laude with a BS in psychology, an MA in 1970, and finally her PhD in 1971 after studying social and experimental personality psychology. She is diagnosed with BPD.
    • Through her work, Linehan developed two important concepts related to personality disorders. Taking inspiration from Eastern meditation and zen, she described how people must learn to accept the way the world is to achieve a meaningful and happy life as well as how change is needed for growth and happiness. She culminated these teachings in dialectical behavioral therapy and started treating BPD, eating disorders, and substance abuse disorders with DBT.

Article describing Lineham's approach
  • Linehan faced immense pushback from the psychiatric community—when she debuted DBT in 1991, behaviorism was on the rise. She used her research on suicide and sociological phenomena to dismantle Kernberg and his theories that were developed with little evidence. Her DBT model showed higher rates of recovery than using traditional CBT and patients felt validated and empowered.
  • Linehan was awarded the Career Achievement Award from the American Psychological Association in 2005 and The Outstanding Educator Award from the New England Educational institute in 2004.

DBT being used on Eastern Immigrants who struggle with CBT, a more western practice
“About a week later in November or so, I got a call back from the last person I called and left a message for. She takes my insurance, specializes in BPD, and is accepting patients. Weekly appointments, it was perfect. I am not exaggerating when I say this therapist was the most thorough therapist I have ever seen. She wanted every detail about my childhood, my symptoms, and just everything about me. It was a very intricate process. I told her about my previous bipolar diagnosis and she pulled out her handy DSM-5 (I think it’s hilarious when professionals just whip a DSM out) and went over the criteria for bipolar disorder. She ruled out bipolar because of my exact reasoning: My episodes DO NOT last for days and days and days, like a bipolar person would. She diagnosed me with everything at the beginning of this “short novel”. She is my current therapist and I am currently learning DBT.”

“Always advocate for yourself and what you believe in”

"For anyone reading going through anything similar to my story, there’s a few things I would like to share. Some things that I wish I knew back when I was 14.
First, psychiatric medication is serious business. It’s not something to be scared of IF it’s prescribed for the right reasons. ALWAYS DO YOUR RESEARCH. Do not let 1 side effect scare you, but it’s good to be educated on what you are putting in your body, what you may experience as a result (side effect), hell, now when I’m prescribed something I spend hours researching the medication. Reviews from drugs.com. Reddit experiences. But again, if you’re prescribed an antidepressant for example, and you read 1 horror story, don’t let that deter you from taking it. Don’t let MY experience with the meds I stated earlier scare you. Some have wonderful success with Geodon for example, and that’s great! It just was not for me. I will say, It’s almost never recommended to take benzodiazepines long term. Strictly as needed is okay, but even then there's better alternatives for panic attacks, like clonidine (in my opinion). [Side note: When you google something for research, pull information from websites that end in .org, .gov, .edu, or from verified organizations such as WebMD, MayoClinic, NAMI, etc.]
Second, they always say “listen to your doctor”- which is true- but if something sounds off, or even if you just want a second opinion, I recommend getting a consult from another physician just to see what they say, OR do your research on what they say. For example, when that psychiatrist in the rehab center said “You don’t abuse people. You don’t manipulate people. You behave, so you don’t have borderline personality disorder. You have bipolar disorder. I'm gonna start you on seroquel.” I should have said something. I didn’t know what I know now about BPD. ALWAYS ADVOCATE FOR YOURSELF AND WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN. Plenty of doctors refuse to diagnose personality disorders, and would rather diagnose bipolar and prescribe an expensive brand name antipsychotic so they can have some kickback from the pharmaceutical industries. I have experienced this, being on all of these expensive brand name antipsychotics and it's disgusting. If it works, great!! Bottom line: Do your research. Just because someone with an expensive piece of paper is telling you something does not mean you have to listen to it OR that it’s true.
I hope this reaches someone in time of need and helps in some way. My inbox is always open for any questions or just someone to talk to :)"
And that’s our story! Hopefully this provides some insight into borderline personality disorder and you learned something new. Huge thank you to u/smokeytaboo477 for sharing his story. Want to read more? Go to the table of contents!

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Foye’s Principles of Medicinal Chemistry
Pharmacotherapy of Borderline Personality Disorder, Rex William Cowdry
"Expert on Mental Illness Reveals Her Own Fight". The New York Times. 23 June 2011.
https://pep-web.org/browse/document/paq.028.0149b?index=40
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK55415/
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https://www.psychiatrictimes.com/view/colloquialism-full-recognition-evolution-bpd
https://overlandiop.com/bpt-or-borderline-personality-disorde
https://kevinredmayne.medium.com/the-strange-history-of-borderline-personality-disorder-fc3ce583869
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http://www.differencebetween.net/science/health/the-difference-between-cbt-and-dbt/
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2022.02.08 18:40 obeythelaw12 I cant tell if I'm just faking it and being lazy. Brain dump post

I keep calling myself lazy. I hit myself in the forehead just to feel something in my frontal lobe.
Its 9:30 AM on a workday and I still haven't gotten out of bed. I told my boss last week that I have this disorder, and he was really cool about it, but I don't know why they just don't fire me. I worked two out of 5 days last week. I had a really bad episode last Thu and 911 was called.
I'm probably not faking it. But probably overreacting.
I just want to sleep. This is just. I just want to sleep. Bipolar disorder is so, so exhausting. I don't know when this depressive episode is going to end. This is really hard.
I don't think I'm faking it, but I'm not sure if I'm just way too overreacting. Sorry my grammar isn't good in that sentence, I know better but I just don't care right now.
Fuck. I cant get out of bed. I don't even know if I have a clean pair of pants to wear to work. I'm so exhausted. I just want to sleep.
Just wanted to yell into the void. If this is too depressing for you to read, I understand. I'm sorry . Om
I'm not a danger to myself or anyone else right now. I know this will pass. It always does and always will. But this sucks.
How am I going to hold down a job. How can I ind love and hold down a romantic relationship. Fuck I mean it will all happen in time, but right now in this moment, it sucks.
But I don't suck. Just this episode sucks.
I need to get out of bed. I really really do. But all I want to do is sleep another 59 hours until I don't feel any of this anymore.
It will pass. It always will. And there will be brighter days ahead. I live a good life. I'm not a victim. I'm very grateful for all the blessings in my life. I love myself, at least I try to.
But this sucks. I moved back home to my parents yesterday. My roommates saw my episode and they are very scared. They are frightened of me. They are worried about my safety of course, but also for their safety.
It doesn't feel good to be described as potentially dangerous to other people. Like I'm some kind of monster. My roommate says she's never been so scared to return to her apartment before. That she can't sleep knowing I'm in the next room. I don't blame her. I scared the shit out of them with my episode last Thu. I was laughing and crying and pacing the room rapidly and mumbling to myself and rubbing/hitting my head and groaning, and I though 10 minutes passed by when really 30 minutes did. I felt like a zombie. I couldn't tell what was the disorder, what was the medication, and what were medication side effects, and what were just life stress. Super scary stuff
My life has become unmanageable. My doctor and I have made med changes last night. Slightly increasing my dosage of lamictal to see what happens.
Thank God I'm clean from all drugs and alcohol. I haven't smoked weed in over three years, haven't drank alcohol in more than two years 10 months, and haven't had any nicotine since July last year. I'd kill for a cigarette right now though, just to take the edge off. But I'm not going to. Just for today.
I messed up with my roommates. We met as strangers over the internet, and I didn't tell them I have this disorder. They found out on Thursday when this emergency happened. They were not, not happy about that. My roommate is "furious" about this situation. Not good since our lease started in January and will go until December 31. I definitely lost all of their trust in me as their roommate.
We sat down for 2 hours on Sunday evening to discuss, and I came clean to them about my entire medical history. Of course in the context of them not being medical professionals. Me being 100% transparent is I hope the beginning of rebuilding that trust.
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2021.12.18 10:20 Aurigauh Found out I’m diabetic last Monday. Also found out they diagnosed it over a year ago.

NOTE: my wife was in the room with me for this whole visit.
Reason for my visit was to discuss leave/disability. Doctor verified this was the reason for my visit, then ignored it for the entirety of the visit.
He (Dr Gill) heard a couple of my symptoms, particularly hallucinations, incredible fatigue (to the point I can count the times I’ve showered this YEAR on two hands), and that every urge to use the bathroom is urgent. He interrupted me after hearing just a couple symptoms and quietly asked me “did you get our message?” — I haven’t missed a message or voicemail in probably ten years or more because I have to rely on written communication for a lot of things. I tell him “no...” (it was odd that he asked it so quietly, almost timidly... My wife didn’t even hear him ask. It’s like he was afraid to ask which, to me, implied they might not have even sent one. I’m very diligent about checking emails, messages, answering phone calls, and checking voicemails.) he replies “it must not have gone through.” -as if to write it off like it wasn’t a big deal.
Then he informs me that I am quote “diabetic, for sure.” Based on my last blood work over a year ago, And then later he has me run some blood tests to confirm what he’s already sure about.
I agreed to do the tests and I talked to Dr Gill a little more. I told him I was expecting a referral since some of my issues were mental disorders and I’m aware that isn’t his specialty.
I mentioned (to Dr Gill) my mother had dementia and that I was concerned I had early onset because I fit most of her symptoms already. He immediately tells me “I don’t think you have dementia.” So I responded “you also haven’t even heard half my symptoms.” (He also wasn’t aware of my medical history, apparently, and they had me diagnosed as bipolar and I’m not.)
He chose not to ask about the symptoms and instead he asked why I had stopped taking my medication. (lamictal, Cymbalta, Hydroxyzine, relpax, and aimovig.) I told him the medication had stopped working, so I slowly eased off it and stopped taking them. (This was over the course of 2-3 months)
My wife asked him if my diabetes could be causing the issues I’m experiencing and he said it’s possible... then he continued to disregard hearing me list the remainder of my symptoms.
( NOTE: I haven’t noticed any direct correlation in worsening of symptoms regarding stopping the medication itself, with the exception of the results of the Cymbalta withdrawal. It has been a steady decline in mental health otherwise, starting while I was on the medication and progressing since then. though it did seem to worsen a bit more after the long brain zaps from Cymbalta withdrawal. When I didn’t have Cymbalta in my system it didn’t seem to change anything but brain zaps, which is a withdrawal symptom of Cymbalta.)
After discussing why I had stopped taking them, he told me to go back to IBH (integrated behavioral health) regarding that and to expect a call from them within a week because they were going to contact IBH and have them call me, and if I didn’t receive a call from them within a week to contact Gill Family Medicine again.
(I had stopped going for two reasons: reason 1: at the time, the symptoms I was seeing them for appeared to be under control. Hallucinations, mood disorder, depression, etc... I didn’t realize just how bad my fatigue was until months back at work. I thought I just wasn’t used to working and that’s why I was getting so tired that I felt too exhausted to finish my workdays. Reason 2: I did not receive a follow-up call reminder regarding my appointment so I ended up missing it. since my symptoms were already under control, I decided to stop going for a while. I had plenty of medication to keep me going for a few months as needed. Gradually, the medication stopped working, so I tapered off of it and didn’t notice any real change with exception of the withdrawal period.)
After referring me to IBH, he sent me for blood tests at their in-house lab. Got my results back. A1C was 10.7 and he tells me again that “yes. it is diabetes, for sure.” -at this point I’m shocked at how bad that is. (My stepmother couldn’t even get carpal tunnel surgery on her hand at A1C 9 because they told her her heart couldn’t take it.) all I can think is how furious I am that they didn’t tell me when I was diagnosed over a year ago, I could have nipped this in the bud back then, and I keep thinking that this fatigue has cost me... probably close to $20,000 from all the work I’ve missed this year due to the physical and mental fatigue every day. (My paychecks have been about half or less of normal size, since my return to work in January 2021, due to how much work I’ve had to miss. Luckily work has been slow so I’ve been offered voluntary time off for the majority of the year, meaning it doesn’t affect my attendance and risk my employment.)
Honestly, I feel he was dismissive of my concerns. He did not listen to my symptoms completely, he ignored the reason for my visit being to discuss leave/disability (even after confirming that was the reason for my visit first thing when he came into the room), he even tried to tell me He doesn’t think I have dementia without even letting me tell him HALF of what I’ve been going through... and I feel that this negligence regarding informing me of being diabetic has resulted in shortening my life expectancy as well as impacting my quality of life due to the decline of my mental health during this timeframe, because of the strain it has put on me both physically and mentally to leave this completely unchecked.
Since my A1C has been so high, my vision has been impacted significantly, as has my memory and multiple cognitive functions getting worse throughout every day as I experience “sundowning.”
After much thought, I’ve decided to look into legal action about this.
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2021.09.12 23:23 Hot-Kaleidoscope-806 Ableism, Stigma, and Friendships in Bpd // TW: Self Harm mentions, Alcohol mention

This is very long, but I think overall hopeful, though fueled by a lot of pain. I just need to vent a little and maybe be heard by people who understand this illness. Maybe I can make others experiencing similar things feel less alone.
I was diagnosed with bpd and bipolar 2 four months ago. I've been slowly augmenting lamictal ever since. My bpd symptoms on this process of augmenting medication and accepting the diagnosis have been the worst they've ever been. I believe the symptoms weren't as severe when my bipolar was untreated because the moods were so intense they dominated bpd symptoms. I at least couldn't notice them or recognize them for what they were.
The other day my friends noticed a self harm scar on my arm and it caused them to have melt downs. My best friend and unfortunately favorite person brought it up when I at least was black out drunk. She told me to come talk to her when I needed to so I wouldn't harm myself. I haven't self harmed in 3 weeks and I really don't want to again. I told her this. Next, she asked me if she was my favorite person. She's incredibly emotionally uncommunicative and has anxious avoidant attachment, so I have been working very hard to undo seeing her as a favorite person. She obviously shouldn't have asked me those incredibly difficult and painful questions when I was so drunk. She changed the topic right away, without letting me speak on the topic at all. I asked her if we could get coffee and talk the next morning, and she responded rather enthusiastically Ya! I just have some things to do this afternoon but before then, for sure. I only texted her one more time after that, if she was home. She didn't respond. I have gotten to a point where this doesn't automatically trigger me, which I have been proud of.
A couple hours later, I come to the living room where my two closest friends/roommates sit, and they're sitting in silence and seeming dread. I told them I loved them. They said I love you too. I told them I didn't need to hear that they loved me as much as I used to. I told them that I need to learn to be okay with them not telling me this. I told them that I was feeling very good today. I told them that calling my family daily has been so helpful. Then they started telling me I needed to go home. That they couldn't help me and that I would find more intensive help at home. This is their third intervention, the second one being intensely inappropriate, not communicating with me at all, and then calling my parents, who I tell everything and are very supportive, in anger and begging them to take my illness more seriously.
I did need more serious help but this was obviously intensely painful, especially since my best friend had involved a friend she knew I had felt very judged by in the past. I decided to forgive the two of them, after sending long explanations of how this was only painful for me and didn't help me at all; that I knew my illness, my family knew my illness, far better than them -- that I didn't need them to act as guardians over me. I had never asked for this. I set this boundary. And they set the boundary of not being able to be there for me as a support. I respected that, though it still hurt. Boundaries I knew were important. I just wanted them to communicate with me.
Anyways this third intervention involved them telling me I had to move out of the apartment, this was a boundary they were setting. They couldn't understand that the self-harm hadn't resulted because I was in an intensely dark place. I told them that I believe I tried it because I was told that this is how bpd people cope with their anxiety. I told them that I hadn't harmed myself in weeks. That it might not look like it from the outside but I've been doing better, and it isn't something that can be fixed from a week in the psych ward or arresting my life and returning to my childhood bedroom, dropping all my classes. That I was happy and so proud to be able to participate in school and want to learn again, after two years of not being able to. They didn't trust me. They told me that I had to head home so I can "face this head on". But I had been, I was in an intensive therapy program for two months, and was getting an individual therapist. I told them that I had to learn how to replace unhealthy coping strategies with new healthy ones. I told them I was starting at a place of disability. For it is a disability, and this cruel intervention by my friends has made me realize this.
I had been respecting their boundaries, calling my parents for support rather than venting to them all the time, and expecting them to understand how I feel all the time. They said "maybe this is selfish, but this is a student apartment. We want to party and do stupid things and drink a lot, and we can't with you here. We're worried about you all the time." One of them told me she had cried for an hour on a call with her mom that morning. Which evoked temporary sympathy for her, but now I am angry with the two of them.
It is incredibly selfish, and they are completely ignoring the boundary I had set with them, and deeming themselves to be understanding of what is happening to me, more than I am able to, despite they're voicing that they can't understand or try to understand because it makes them anxious. They told me I wasn't doing good. I told them it's because I am figuring out my meds. This was a hard dosage but it wasn't unbearable. I had to go through it to get better. I have never stopped wanting to get better. I am doing exactly what they told me they needed me to do. And I am happier. They should be proud of me, and they have never told me they are during this whole process of treatment. I am so proud of myself for getting through these months and learning about this disability and myself as I have never done before. I am proud of myself, and I am proud of other bpd people, including my little cousin. Because it is often so intensely psychologically painful.
I called my family, and they were furious. They know about the past self-harm, but they confirmed that this was so intensely invasive and disrespectful, cruel, close minded, and honestly so ablelist. They are so proud of me. I need people in my life who are proud of me, and don't see me as just my illness.
I told one of my friends, not my favorite person because that fury can't even be worded right now, that I couldn't move back. I had to stand my ground. That I am proud of myself, that I am very strong. That she simply couldn't understand, there was clearly no way to explain it that would make her understand.
I didn't tell her that she couldn't understand because she didn't want to understand. She had told me this in different words months ago and I had respected her desire not to understand. I had seen that it was giving her too much anxiety when I tried to make her understand. So if the two of them acknowledge they can't understand my illness as well as me(they even voiced this in the conversation), I just can't grasp the entitlement that lead them to believe they could tell me what I "need" to do to get better. They wouldn't do this to anyone else in the friend group because they know they wouldn't forgive them for it. They are taking advantage of my bpd--of my fear of abandonment, my desperate people pleasing, my fear of messing up and losing their love--they know I will forgive them.
But I suppose I can't, at least for a while. They have done this so many times and despite the pain and guilt it causes me, they keep on doing it. They fail so immensely to empathize with me, to even try to empathize with me. I need to stand my ground and distance myself from them a little.
I'm fucking twenty and my own human being; I can't imagine doing this to a friend. I don't think many could.
The thing I tried to explain to them is that it won't get better if I head home. I need to learn how to live with people and create healthy relationships. I hadn't been cruel or subjected them to my heightened emotions. I had taken nothing out on them.
What they need to realize is that if I head home, or go into a very underfunded psychiatric ward for a week where doctors didn't feel I needed to be admitted, the problems they have with me won't go away. They will be temporarily lifted because I am gone. The only way is for me to stop being a part of their lives. But I don't believe they want me out of their lives. They just need to understand that my disability won't go away for a while if ever, but that I am working on it. It is their fear and anxiety at play here, and there is nothing I can do to alleviate that. I need to think of my own well being as much as they need to think of their own. They have to stop blaming me.
I never understood why older people in my group therapy talked about how careful they were about letting people know of their illness. But fuck I am now. I wish I had never told my close friends. I guess a positive is I've learnt that I can't share my illness with people even close to me, unless I really trust them, and they are open minded enough and respectful enough to understand my right to personal autonomy. I don't trust my friends anymore.
Even my seventeen year old sister, who has a couple friends who self harm far more often than I, was filled with fury, saying they are very emotionally immature, and are being incredibly selfish. That I might need new friends who want to understand and learn about my illness and me. For it is not some fully evil monster that has stolen their friend. I have had bpd since I was fourteen. It is part of who I am and how I see the world.
It also it isn't all negative. I believe I wouldn't be nearly as exceptionally loving and immensely emotionally understanding if I didn't have bpd. I wouldn't understand as clearly how open and strong love can make people feel so much better in who they are. How reminding them of your love for them in showing up and complimenting them and supporting them when they need it can be so powerful in other people's lives. It isn't just people pleasing as much as many people outside of it seem to believe. Bpd people are so very loving and wonderful. These positive qualities will not leave us after we recover or get better.
I believe, and I have seen this through my bipolar as well, that when one feels such despair, and then starts feeling better, the true joy of life is far clearer to them. Gratefulness of joy intensifies joy. I feel as much as our intense joy can be a result of our illness, it is also a result of this gratefulness of joy.
All I can do and what my family members have told me is repeat to myself that I am strong, that bpd people are so strong. That I am my own being. This is my life. Not theirs. This is Me. I know best. And what they have done is abusive and ableist and selfish and only makes me more aware of this sick stigma even if subconscious to them.
I suppose it's helped in lowering my favorite person in my eyes. I will have favorite persons again because I have a fear of abandonment and equally am intensely optimistic about the power of love. I live with my arms stretched out. We are in many ways so brave-hearted, aren't we?
This is a song I have been listening to recently and I feel that it's been helping me understand this situation and my rightfulness in this conflict, despite every urge to surrender to guilt, forgive them, and move back home. This apartment is my home as much as theirs.
Somebody That I Used To Know - Elliott Smith
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2021.09.12 23:20 Hot-Kaleidoscope-806 Ableism, Stigma, and Friendships as a person living with Bpd// TW: Self Harm mentions, Alcohol mention

This is very long, but I think overall hopeful, though fueled by a lot of pain. I just need to vent a little and maybe be heard by people who understand this illness. Maybe I can make others experiencing similar things feel less alone.
I was diagnosed with bpd and bipolar 2 four months ago. I've been slowly augmenting lamictal ever since. My bpd symptoms on this process of augmenting medication and accepting the diagnosis have been the worst they've ever been. I believe the symptoms weren't as severe when my bipolar was untreated because the moods were so intense they dominated bpd symptoms. I at least couldn't notice them or recognize them for what they were.
The other day my friends noticed a self harm scar on my arm and it caused them to have melt downs. My best friend and unfortunately favorite person brought it up when I at least was black out drunk. She told me to come talk to her when I needed to so I wouldn't harm myself. I haven't self harmed in 3 weeks and I really don't want to again. I told her this. Next, she asked me if she was my favorite person. She's incredibly emotionally uncommunicative and has anxious avoidant attachment, so I have been working very hard to undo seeing her as a favorite person. She obviously shouldn't have asked me those incredibly difficult and painful questions when I was so drunk. She changed the topic right away, without letting me speak on the topic at all. I asked her if we could get coffee and talk the next morning, and she responded rather enthusiastically Ya! I just have some things to do this afternoon but before then, for sure. I only texted her one more time after that, if she was home. She didn't respond. I have gotten to a point where this doesn't automatically trigger me, which I have been proud of.
A couple hours later, I come to the living room where my two closest friends/roommates sit, and they're sitting in silence and seeming dread. I told them I loved them. They said I love you too. I told them I didn't need to hear that they loved me as much as I used to. I told them that I need to learn to be okay with them not telling me this. I told them that I was feeling very good today. I told them that calling my family daily has been so helpful. Then they started telling me I needed to go home. That they couldn't help me and that I would find more intensive help at home. This is their third intervention, the second one being intensely inappropriate, not communicating with me at all, and then calling my parents, who I tell everything and are very supportive, in anger and begging them to take my illness more seriously.
I did need more serious help but this was obviously intensely painful, especially since my best friend had involved a friend she knew I had felt very judged by in the past. I decided to forgive the two of them, after sending long explanations of how this was only painful for me and didn't help me at all; that I knew my illness, my family knew my illness, far better than them -- that I didn't need them to act as guardians over me. I had never asked for this. I set this boundary. And they set the boundary of not being able to be there for me as a support. I respected that, though it still hurt. Boundaries I knew were important. I just wanted them to communicate with me.
Anyways this third intervention involved them telling me I had to move out of the apartment, this was a boundary they were setting. They couldn't understand that the self-harm hadn't resulted because I was in an intensely dark place. I told them that I believe I tried it because I was told that this is how bpd people cope with their anxiety. I told them that I hadn't harmed myself in weeks. That it might not look like it from the outside but I've been doing better, and it isn't something that can be fixed from a week in the psych ward or arresting my life and returning to my childhood bedroom, dropping all my classes. That I was happy and so proud to be able to participate in school and want to learn again, after two years of not being able to. They didn't trust me. They told me that I had to head home so I can "face this head on". But I had been, I was in an intensive therapy program for two months, and was getting an individual therapist. I told them that I had to learn how to replace unhealthy coping strategies with new healthy ones. I told them I was starting at a place of disability. For it is a disability, and this cruel intervention by my friends has made me realize this.
I had been respecting their boundaries, calling my parents for support rather than venting to them all the time, and expecting them to understand how I feel all the time. They said "maybe this is selfish, but this is a student apartment. We want to party and do stupid things and drink a lot, and we can't with you here. We're worried about you all the time." One of them told me she had cried for an hour on a call with her mom that morning. Which evoked temporary sympathy for her, but now I am angry with the two of them.
It is incredibly selfish, and they are completely ignoring the boundary I had set with them, and deeming themselves to be understanding of what is happening to me, more than I am able to, despite they're voicing that they can't understand or try to understand because it makes them anxious. They told me I wasn't doing good. I told them it's because I am figuring out my meds. This was a hard dosage but it wasn't unbearable. I had to go through it to get better. I have never stopped wanting to get better. I am doing exactly what they told me they needed me to do. And I am happier. They should be proud of me, and they have never told me they are during this whole process of treatment. I am so proud of myself for getting through these months and learning about this disability and myself as I have never done before. I am proud of myself, and I am proud of other bpd people, including my little cousin. Because it is often so intensely psychologically painful.
I called my family, and they were furious. They know about the past self-harm, but they confirmed that this was so intensely invasive and disrespectful, cruel, close minded, and honestly so ablelist. They are so proud of me. I need people in my life who are proud of me, and don't see me as just my illness.
I told one of my friends, not my favorite person because that fury can't even be worded right now, that I couldn't move back. I had to stand my ground. That I am proud of myself, that I am very strong. That she simply couldn't understand, there was clearly no way to explain it that would make her understand.
I didn't tell her that she couldn't understand because she didn't want to understand. She had told me this in different words months ago and I had respected her desire not to understand. I had seen that it was giving her too much anxiety when I tried to make her understand. So if the two of them acknowledge they can't understand my illness as well as me(they even voiced this in the conversation), I just can't grasp the entitlement that lead them to believe they could tell me what I "need" to do to get better. They wouldn't do this to anyone else in the friend group because they know they wouldn't forgive them for it. They are taking advantage of my bpd--of my fear of abandonment, my desperate people pleasing, my fear of messing up and losing their love--they know I will forgive them.
But I suppose I can't, at least for a while. They have done this so many times and despite the pain and guilt it causes me, they keep on doing it. They fail so immensely to empathize with me, to even try to empathize with me. I need to stand my ground and distance myself from them a little.
I'm fucking twenty and my own human being; I can't imagine doing this to a friend. I don't think many could.
The thing I tried to explain to them is that it won't get better if I head home. I need to learn how to live with people and create healthy relationships. I hadn't been cruel or subjected them to my heightened emotions. I had taken nothing out on them.
What they need to realize is that if I head home, or go into a very underfunded psychiatric ward for a week where doctors didn't feel I needed to be admitted, the problems they have with me won't go away. They will be temporarily lifted because I am gone. The only way is for me to stop being a part of their lives. But I don't believe they want me out of their lives. They just need to understand that my disability won't go away for a while if ever, but that I am working on it. It is their fear and anxiety at play here, and there is nothing I can do to alleviate that. I need to think of my own well being as much as they need to think of their own. They have to stop blaming me.
I never understood why older people in my group therapy talked about how careful they were about letting people know of their illness. But fuck I am now. I wish I had never told my close friends. I guess a positive is I've learnt that I can't share my illness with people even close to me, unless I really trust them, and they are open minded enough and respectful enough to understand my right to personal autonomy. I don't trust my friends anymore.
Even my seventeen year old sister, who has a couple friends who self harm far more often than I, was filled with fury, saying they are very emotionally immature, and are being incredibly selfish. That I might need new friends who want to understand and learn about my illness and me. For it is not some fully evil monster that has stolen their friend. I have had bpd since I was fourteen. It is part of who I am and how I see the world.
It also it isn't all negative. I believe I wouldn't be nearly as exceptionally loving and immensely emotionally understanding if I didn't have bpd. I wouldn't understand as clearly how open and strong love can make people feel so much better in who they are. How reminding them of your love for them in showing up and complimenting them and supporting them when they need it can be so powerful in other people's lives. It isn't just people pleasing as much as many people outside of it seem to believe. Bpd people are so very loving and wonderful. These positive qualities will not leave us after we recover or get better.
I believe, and I have seen this through my bipolar as well, that when one feels such despair, and then starts feeling better, the true joy of life is far clearer to them. Gratefulness of joy intensifies joy. I feel as much as our intense joy can be a result of our illness, it is also a result of this gratefulness of joy.
All I can do and what my family members have told me is repeat to myself that I am strong, that bpd people are so strong. That I am my own being. This is my life. Not theirs. This is Me. I know best. And what they have done is abusive and ableist and selfish and only makes me more aware of this sick stigma even if subconscious to them.
I suppose it's helped in lowering my favorite person in my eyes. I will have favorite persons again because I have a fear of abandonment and equally am intensely optimistic about the power of love. I live with my arms stretched out. We are in many ways so brave-hearted, aren't we?
This is a song I have been listening to recently and I feel that it's been helping me understand this situation and my rightfulness in this conflict, despite every urge to surrender to guilt, forgive them, and move back home. This apartment is my home as much as theirs.
Somebody That I Used To Know - Elliott Smith
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2021.05.21 15:13 braingobrrrrrrrr Rage

Ever since starting Wellbutrin (on top of 100mg lamictal) I have been growing ever more irritable. I've gone off at my closest friend who I've never yelled at before twice in the past 2 weeks and been talking shit about my roommates nonstop which is unfair of me because one of them has ADHD and the other has bipolar2 and adhd so I should technically understand why they're not doing their part around the apartment. But even though logically I can acknowledge this I am just in rage mode I guess. Furiously cleaning things because dirtiness is making me almost physically repulsed and spiking my anxiety levels. A giant pile of boxes got left outside our building by who I suspect is a new tenant in the downstairs apartment and I left a rather aggressive note on their door telling them how disrespectful it was to not breakdown their boxes. My "close the door sign" on the front door has been removed (I put it there last year because people were leaving the door literally wide open and we live in a big city in a neighborhood with a very high crime rate). Because they did that I am now boiling with rage and don't know how to calm down. I'm thinking of doing some major retaliation against them that could very well get me kicked out of my apartment or arrested but I can't seem to get the thoughts out of my head. I want to cause them harm.
I told my psych last session that I was worried that the Wellbutrin was not working because I was feeling even more irritable than before. I tend to usually be a bit irritable and I have been known to have a temper that goes from 0-100 very quickly but right now it feels like it's going from 0-1000. Trying to calm myself down but it's so difficult. In the past week I've started throwing things and trying to break things, lost my shit at another close friend, I'm apparently scaring and worrying my partner, on and off suicidal because I'm so angry at myself for being like this. Had a whole meltdown yesterday crying for 2+ hours and I didn't even know what I was crying about.
I feel like my brain is falling apart. I don't know how to convince my psych that I can't keep doing this. Feel like I was better off without medication. I think I'm going to go thru my closet and throw away a bunch of clothes and maybe try to get new clothes. I feel like I'm frothing and spinning in circles inside til I'm dizzy. I don't know how to calm down. Every thought I have echoes through my head 10 times and it's followed by another thought right after and after and after and all the echoes are colliding with each other and I just want to start screaming.
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2021.04.26 17:36 Mama-veghead Lamictal for anxiety

The reason I saw a psychiatrist was due to my anxiety. I had reactions to other meds in the past where they would make me get angry or even furious at times (Wellbutrin, medical marijuana, Ritalin) Due to that the psych thought I might have bipolar 2 which often shows after trying other meds and getting anger flare ups like I did. So we’re trying lamictal. I started at the 25 and am up to 50 now for about 4-5 days and it’s literally doing nothing for my anxiety. Which is the whole reason I wanted to try a medication in the first place! Ugh. Feeling a little frustrated. Anyone get relief from anxiety on lamictal?
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2020.12.20 06:01 HellKat1988 I have discovered an unexpected problem as a tattooed bipolar person

It was completely news to me that this was even a problem that existed, but I just got turned down for laser tattoo removal because the meds I’m on (Wellbutrin and Lamictal) are allegedly photosensitive and has a remote chance of causing a skin reaction by reacting with the ink. I wasn’t angry with the people at the clinic, but absolutely livid about the WHY of this situation that I just launched into another tailspin of self-loathing just as I got out of a long depressive episode.
The one I’d like removed annoys the ever living shit out of me because it was one of the first ones I’d gotten on that spot on my arm, and since better ones have since “grown up” around it, the quality looks really cheap and awful. I cringed the first time I actually saw photos of it in pictures at a friend’s wedding I stood up in because none of the others were even visible. And when I’m wearing a short sleeved shirt, all of the BETTER quality art around it, that I paid much more for, is less visible than this ugly thing is. I also have a second one that got fucked up because the artist didn’t know how to shade and just blasted the entire goddamn thing with black instead of careful shading.
Tattoos are awesome, and my husband and I enjoy getting them as a hobby (yes, I actually consider them a hobby). And we bonded and made friends over them! But now this put a big huge fucking damper on that because if an artist fucks up with a shaky line or a misspelled word, I’m fucking stuck with “No Ragarets” for life until or unless I enter another med carousel. And these fuckheads aren’t even doctors and know nothing about any of this shit except for it being flagged in a computer when they can’t even tell me what the fuck the drug actually does.
Why does this shit have to ruin everything I enjoy? Oh, and since I’d have to go for 5-7 multiple sessions spaced 6 weeks apart, I’d be looking at a YEAR on my meds when it in all likelihood wouldn’t cause any problems if I stayed on them. Fuck this. I’m in such an irrational mood right now and so furious at myself and my lot in life that I’m ready to just throw in the towel and quit taking them.
I realize that makes no sense and there’s really no reason for me to do any of it or get this angry. It probably will in another few days or so once I’ve calmed down about this, but for now I don’t give a fuck. I swear to god the world invents ways to keep throwing this disease back in my face when things are great.
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