Seven steps to treatment. A bit of my history.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In my lifetime, I’ve lived in 33 houses across 3 states. My childhood was chaotic: constant moving within Northern California (5 towns clustered around Sacramento), Oregon (3 cities), and eventually Wisconsin (2 cities). I was raised by a dysfunctional single mother. I showed goats and horses in 4-H, went to farrier school at 19, and made it through college at OSU and UW-Madison. I’ve been married twice, raised a son, worked various jobs, and have been dealing with bipolar disorder since my early 20s. First diagnosed with depression at 20, later diagnosed bipolar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ongoing struggles include: chronic low self-esteem and self-doubt, overeating, suicidal ideation, and an existential question that haunts me – “Why? Why does any of it matter?” This fundamental questioning of meaning affects everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One pattern that’s been consistent throughout my life: I experience intense, prolonged romantic obsessions (limerence) where I fixate on unavailable or inappropriate people. This has shaped many of my relationship choices and contributed to significant emotional pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am organizing my journal which includes the details about my unstable childhood, the moves, the dysfunction, and how it all connects to my mental health and relationship patterns.
Receiving treatment took seven steps, over ten years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Age 17, 1981. Senior in high school, Silverton Oregon<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Situation: I was having constant feelings of loneliness and dissatisfaction with life; I didn\u2019t know how to describe my domineering and controlling mother and how that made me feel; since I wasn’t being physically abused at the moment, bringing up childhood abuse didn\u2019t seem relevant. I didn\u2019t have the words to communicate serious depression and suicidal ideation. During a break one day between classes I initiated a conversation with my Senior AP English teacher. I perhaps described to him my feeling unhappy and lonely and wishing I had stronger relationships with my friends and I wanted to know how to find a boyfriend. He then describes how life is like a cake. He said that it is important to learn to like yourself\u2026 that in life having friends isn\u2019t guaranteed. Friends are the icing on the cake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had been struggling with depression my whole life (age 10 onward). I didn\u2019t know what was involved in learning to like myself. It felt like an impossible task and I didn\u2019t have any idea how to magically start liking myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Age 19, 1983. Sophomore at Oregon State University<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Situation: I was having constant feelings of loneliness and dissatisfaction with life; I didn\u2019t know how to describe my domineering and controlling mother and how that made me feel; since I wasn’t being physically abused at the moment, bringing up childhood abuse didn\u2019t seem relevant. I didn\u2019t have the words to describe serious depression and suicidal ideation. In a discussion with a friend, I broached the topic of my loneliness and dissatisfaction. I adequately said something that prompted Simon to suggest I go to the Campus Health Center, as they may be better able to help than he. I went. To an older white man, I repeated the description of feelings of unhappiness and loneliness and wishing I had stronger relationships with my friends and wanting to know how to find a boyfriend. I mentioned that I was feeling a combination of spoken messages (from my mom) and unspoken expectations (from society) to be more feminine. I liked my jeans and sneakers. I didn\u2019t want to wear lacy, flower print dresses with high heels or sandals. I worried that I would not be able to attract a boyfriend. The man said, \u201cWell maybe you should wear a dress.\u201d I left quickly. Didn\u2019t go back.
Take away: the pressures I was feeling that I needed to change who I was had been confirmed by someone new; yet, my gut reaction was that something was very wrong; and that talking about dresses completely derailed the importance of discussing issues with loneliness and dissatisfaction and building friendships.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Age 20, 1984. Junior at UW-Madison. Living at home with my mom and brother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Situation: I was having constant feelings of loneliness and dissatisfaction with life; I didn\u2019t know how to describe my domineering and controlling mother and how that made me feel; since I wasn’t being physically abused at the moment, bringing up childhood abuse didn\u2019t seem relevant. I didn\u2019t have the words to describe serious depression and suicidal ideation. I felt confused because I had an awesome boyfriend and I was a member of a great church with a supportive pastor; happiness eluded me. In a conversation with Pastor Tom, he recommended that I seek help from a mental health provider. I did. After a long interview with the doctor he said I had depression. He wanted to give me a prescription for depression. I said I can\u2019t and I left. Filling a prescription would mean telling my mother. She did not believe in mental health issues. Additionally, my years of hearing messages at school about don\u2019t do drugs was interfering with logically knowing there is a difference between drugs and prescriptions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My family beliefs, my understanding of my needs, and the reality of my condition were in conflict and I didn\u2019t know how to fix it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Age 25, December 1987. Married. Recently purchase 20 acre farm in Mount Horeb, Wisconsin<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Situation: Struggling with all the normal issues of life: newly married, husband working long hours at new job, purchased property that needs managing, owned horse and goats, new puppy, few months into new job, recent past job had near miss affair with supervisor. Someone I was comfortable talking to recommended that I seek help from a mental health provider. I did. After a long interview with the doctor he said I had depression. He wanted to give me a prescription for depression. As he handed me the script, he said, \u201cI need you to promise me you won\u2019t go home and take the whole bottle.\u201d Fast forward to later that day\u2026 I\u2019m home alone on the farm with just me and the animals. I can\u2019t stop thinking that taking the whole bottle would be a bad thing. I was crying. Agitated. Scared. Fast forward to days or weeks later: I\u2019m not remembering how long I took the medication, but the \u201cneed to give it six weeks to work\u201d didn\u2019t work. I gave up following the prescription. I don\u2019t remember the details why. It didn\u2019t help that my husband’s family, nor mine, didn\u2019t believe in mental health.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Age 26, Winter 1989. Separated. Mount Horeb, Wisconsin<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Situation: Walked out of my marriage a couple of months prior. New apartment. Navigating a new job. Seeking comfort in sexual relations. Battling shame, guilt. Constant dissatisfaction and unrest. A counselor recommended that I seek help from a mental health provider. I did. After a long interview with the doctor he said I had depression. This time I tried harder to stick with it. I stuck with it so well, I had a severe hypomanic episode. Consult doctor about the reaction = New diagnosis: Bipolar II.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Age 27, August 1989. Mount Horeb, Wisconsin<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Situation: Unplanned pregnancy. Stopped Bipolar medication.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Age 30, Summer 1993. Mount Horeb, Wisconsin<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Situation: struggling with new marriage, young child, lack of job satisfaction; sought new therapist and new psychiatrist and began work. This was the start of the next 30 years of a variety of counselors, therapists, group therapy, and psychiatrists and various treatments.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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