It’s late September and it’s looking like my usual fall festivities have been cancelled this year. I often get a little manic in the early autumn, and there is no sign of it whatsoever. Neither is there any hint of the depression that landed me in the hospital on Halloween last year, for which I am eternally grateful. In fact, with the exception of a little hypomania in the spring, nothing has changed since way back in January when that awful episode finally ended.
This is what they call “stable”. It’s the Holy Grail of bipolar. No extreme mood swings…actually, there are no mood swings whatsoever, unless you count those mornings when I wake up anxious and feeling as if I’ve got to do a million things before noon or my head will explode. It doesn’t happen often. Most of the time, I wake up and enjoy my coffee and Internet surfing session. I spend my days enjoying the company of my husband Will, who is still with us even though his liver is full of cancer and the new medication he’s on is kicking his ass. We go to Mass on Sunday mornings and watch football the rest of the day. Life at our son’s place has been good for us, and we are doing OK financially despite being on fixed incomes.
is that all there is to normality?
For the first time in my life, I feel what I think “normal” must be like. I enjoy things, but I don’t have the fire or the passion or the enthusiasm I used to. I also don’t get as angry as I once did, which is a good thing because there are no more screaming fits or thrown TV dinners. But as much as I hate to admit it, it seems as though my treatment has taken the edge off life and I no longer get to experience the full range of emotions…and dammit, I miss it.
So again I ask…is that all there is?
It’s not that I want to go back to the utter chaos my life was in before I was diagnosed and put on meds. I wouldn’t go through that again for love or money, nor wish it on my worst enemy. I know full well what a mess I was and how much I’ve suffered on account of this rotten disease. But would it be too much to ask to have a little excitement in my life again? Meds may have stopped the endless cycling and repeated crises, but they have also created a void that I find increasingly unacceptable.
I feel as if something vital has been taken away from me and I don’t know what to do about it. Messing with my meds is obviously not an option, although I have an appointment with Dr. Awesomesauce in a couple of weeks and can discuss it with him then. However, he probably won’t want to change anything because otherwise my life is going quite well in spite of the fact that there’s a lot happening in it, and if it ain’t broke…well, you know the drill.
Besides, things are about to get interesting…my son-in-law and I just became the co-owners of a cute 2012 VW Beetle (there’s a story there, but it would take too long to tell here), and of course our cruise trip is coming up in just a couple of months. Maybe THAT will stir up this sluggish old soul and put a little spring back in my step!