My life is in transition. I’m going to be making some pretty major changes soon. It appears the Thailand adventure is going to happen, although things may change as the next couple of months unfold.
I’ve been thinking more about my mental health lately. Hopping on a plane bound for Thailand with the idea I might work, I might not, but that I’ll figure it out when I get there is a big change. It’s also a risk. I feel completely sane, lucid, and like this decision is the product of a lot of rational thought on my part, but at times I can’t help but wonder. I went through two manic episodes (months long) when I was 20 and again at 21. Ever since then I’ve had a little voice inside my head that questions whether I can trust what my mind and emotions are telling me. I got really burned with how things worked out during those manic episodes and for years afterwards I was afraid of feeling happy because that could signify the start of another manic episode. For years I preferred, as a matter of comfort, to stay in the slightly to moderately depressed range. That was really the only place I felt safe from the devastation, and ultimate destruction, that another manic episode would undoubtedly bring. It was the only place I felt safe. I’ve been off all psychotropic medication since mid-February of this year. Going off of those drugs was a big deal and not something that I decided on lightly. Not only does it take away a safety net against going manic, but for someone who’s recovering from an eating disorder the prospect of having to go back on them and the resulting weight gain was nearly enough to keep me swallowing them forever. As great as I feel being off all the drugs, it’s also concerning. I don’t think I have anything to worry about at this point as far as the bipolar issue goes, but I still can’t shut that voice out of my head at times that says “Is how you feel real right now?” Not being able to trust my own mind is a pretty shitty thing. Not being able to count on it for giving me reliable information that I can use to make decisions scares me to death. I’m pretty confident that the more distance I put between myself and the medication, the better off I’ll be and the more I’ll just be able to trust that my brain isn’t going to start tricking me. Until then I’ll just have to suck it up and rely on other people to judge for me.
I don’t like to paint myself as a victim. I’d much rather be characterized as a survivor. I’ve survived a mental illness, a chemical dependency problem, an eating disorder, and living in a world that is hostile to gay people. I refuse to allow any of those things to start dictating my life ever again. I am me. I am an amazing, funny, hard working, and ambitious person. I will make something of my time here and I will certainly have a remarkable adventure doing it.