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Mind games

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I have always wondered wether peoples minds play games with them even if they don’t have any mental illness.Have spoken to a lot of friends and family’s and have come to the conclusion that “YES” their minds too play games in twisting and turning thoughts but not to the level of a person suffering from bipolar personality disorder or any other mental sickness.There comes a stage when there is no longing to do any work,the body feels double the weight,hunger increases,body swells and last but not the least the moods are fluctuating highly.Being a bipolar myself,I can tell you it’s a very difficult and uncontrolled situation,where in one is forced to be a slave of the negative mind and irrational behaviour is out at its best.It is very saddening to be in such a state and for ones closed ones to watch someone behave in that illogical states.For more than 15 years I suffered,not knowing how to tackle situations.It was for the love and support of my family that I am still surviving.

It is my humble request to all my readers who suffer from bipolar disorder or have some one in their circles who suffer from it to be very cordial and patient with such people.It is a mental disorder and it is not done on purpose.Talking,counselling,giving love,motivating and getting the person out of their difficult moods is the key to helping someone with such minds.Medication too is important if the art of self controlling the mind is not possible.

A ship you can always trust

Bipolar personality disorder is an illness of the minds.Its fighting with oneself constantly,every minute there's a change of mind and every minute there are mood swings.Its a difficult mental illness,which needs a lot of love,support and medicines.The people on the other side really even if they try hard, fail at times to keep up with bipolar people.The patterns of thoughts,emotions,feelings and moods are so much in contrast that at times the ones suffering the illness too get tired with one selfs.It at times gets uncontrollable and messy.Some who are blessed and have the support live on and some who don't get proper guidance and love and support of their families and friends end up in rehabs and then for some it's suicide.

My plea to my readers is understand bipolar people, they are very highly sensitive people.Dont fear to talk to them,instead talk openly and freely to them, for them to feel good and important.Their thought processing is very high which makes them highly intellectual people.Their ideas are very innovative.Wait for the right moment,if one of them is in a bad mood.Like happiness comes after knowing unhappiness.Their moods alter and once again they are all hail and hearty to do anything for anyone.They forget things said in bad moods very quickly as it's their evil mind saying all those things they didn't mean.They go on a guilt trip any which ways,as they know the harm is already done.Dont make them feel more guilty, instead support them and you'll be in for a surprise.All they need is being appreciated for their good mood swings and not being judged for their bad mood swings.Its difficult but with patience and a strong normal mind can be dealt and handled with care.Any type of drug or alchol abuse should be kept at hands distance from them.Bpd people should also self realise that any over use of drugs or alchol only stimulates the brains more and it's is not recommended.

Bipolar friendship is the most trusted ship one can be in. A bipolar person due to their over sensitivity makes a lot of friends,but due to the same reason looses them too.According to me,people who maintain friendships with bipolar people are the strongest friends and know help can be required at 2 pm too.Bipolars can be trusted and have faith upon.They are sufferers of their minds and look out for only safe and handy friendship.Listen to them in their bad times and they will give you their best in their good times.Stay blessed.

 

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Hello and greetings to all my followers on blog and email.As you all well aware I have my own story to tell!!! I started my wordpress journey on 5th of jan 2014 and I don’t like expiry dates.I respect and appreciate my readers time and their efforts in motivating my cause by liking,sharing and commenting on my post.You all are my motivation.i would love to know your choice on my subject.With my hearts feeling and my minds creativity I would try to keep up to your expectations.

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When there’s a will GOD guides the way

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1993 it was love at first sight for me.Cast differences,immaturity on my behalf,just left convent school and felt like a free bird in a coed college.Met my now husband through a common friend and then all that followed was one perfect being deeply in love with a surprised bipolar personality( that’s me).We continued our true love for three long beautiful years convincing and trying to elope if given a deaf ear.Out love was pure and so in 1996 we got traditionally married and became man and woman.Was beautiful for the first year as we created our bundle of joy,our daughter in 1997.Yes those days people were not so career oriented and though both our family’s were not very well to do we all had one thing in common “love and unity”.Postpartum depression hit my already existing bipolar.Needless to explain the pain,sufferings and helplessness in the whole family.Things got a little settled inside me due to the 6 shock treatments that were prescribed by my physiatrist.I was 23 then,when the urge to make my family complete started bothering only me.My hubby and our whole family was against it as they were told another delivery would make me land into an asylum!!!

It was my deep desire and strong faith in GOD that I delivered a pre-matured baby boy in the seventh month.Weak and tiny was our son due to the heavy medications I had taken.He was born at 1:04 and for three minutes the doctors and me didn’t hear his crying.Thanks to science they injected him and got him into this world.It was my faith in GOD and I knew it.When he was 24 days old he had already been pricked 19 times due to his two repeated febrile seizures.Looking at his pain made me forget my own bipolar pain.His first word was out when he was 4.Speech therapy and again my faith in GOD made our son the most cleverest handsome hunk.My bipolar was a member too while both our kids were growing.

Today we are proud parents of a beautiful 16 year old daughter and a normal speaking 13 year old taller than his own parents son!!! When I look back into our family history,I have just a few regrets about some of our family members taking their voyage to heaven and a little regrets for our family’s helplessness.All this only strengthens my faith in him and I know deep beneath bad times are over!!!

Avoid expecting

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I am not Shakespeare but a big fan of his words!! Neither have I totally succeeded in implanting all his sayings into my world,but I am a firm believer in trying and I believe a particular time is planned for each one of us to receive our well deserved solace for which our efforts felt like eternity.I am 38 today and don’t have much repent when I look back.My illness was off course a part of me, but today I feel,the almighty could not have given me everything ready on a platter.I use to at times question him as to why me? What had I done so wrong that you make me suffer so much? He was as for everyone silent to my pleas.Most of my life I thought I loved people and could say and do anything and everything as I thought they loved me back too.Today I see it totally differently.I feel it was only their love for me that made them dance to my tunes as they only knew to give and my love was only a stubborn demand into forcing them to do what they did for me.

Like the saying goes its “never to late”!! I’m happy and extremely thankful for what GOD had planned for me.I am grateful and feel blessed he made me see things which now give peace to my inner me.As I feel contented inside I try as much as possible not to “EXPECT” from anyone as I love surprises.Silence has the power to get you what you desire.

WHEN YOU GIVE AND DONT EXPECT ANYTHING BACK THATS LOVE
BUT IF YOU GIVE AND EXPECT A RETURN IT’S AN INVESTMENT

Reminder

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During the worst 13 years that I suffered with my bp2,I with hurting my loved ones mentally also hurt myself physically multiple times.The reason was clear,I wanted to gain sympathy and attention from them and in a way wanted to confuse them to rethink their stern decisions they had planned for me,a rehab. Due to the illness I use to become a monster and do wicked things during my rage, by crossing the zenith of humanity.By the time the medicines could penetrate and supplement my chemical imbalance,I use to undergo fear and guilt for what I had caused.That allowed me to punish my own self,and the sight of red gave me pleasure.I remember so clearly the mess my family use to undergo due to my self hurting.I was anyways suffering physically and mentally,but my whole family that included my parents side and my in-laws were shaken up and were unable to perform the act of normalcy in their respective fields.My behaviour was very upsetting to them as they felt helpless in seeing their efforts going in vane.

In 2011 even GOD felt pity for my pain and my family sufferings and let a miracle happen in the disguise of my own willingness to fight my own mind and radiated me with strengths unlimited.My strength gave me the willpower to quit medicines and tackle my mind rationally.It wasn’t easy at all the first few months as I encountered memory blocks and had become like a new born baby.Basic chores like driving,cooking,being social and computer networking were a task to me in which I had to recheck again and again with my loved ones.I was confused between which was the actual me,the one that lived because of medicines or the one which is living without medicines.As time has it’s own ways of unfolding mysteries I was contented with the new me.My scars,some visible and some hidden had an option to undergo surgery and disappear,but I choose to keep them to remind me never to fall prey to my past mind.