Hello everyone
I'm not sure how to start this so I'll just jump in with whats going on in my head right now.
I right now should be sleeping, but I cant tare myself awayI dont want to move.
Many things have happened in the past 5 years (though in truth all my life- just the last 5 have made a whole group stand up and say theres something wrong there) which has lead people to request I get myself tested for Bipolar Disorder.
I too have thought that I might be, and Im of two minds about it. If the answer is yes then I get an answer to "me" if the answer is no then something else could be up with me or in my worst fears I'm nothing but a screw up.
But what if it is yes..I feel backed into a corner that I cant get out of.. I'm already pitied by my family "She's struggling again send in the cavalry" this is where I get talked down to like a 5 year old, which then sets me off inside, I hold in my utter contempt and rage but all the time I just want to attack.
I dont know why I stall at the simplest of tasks if the pressure gets to high, the anxiety is cripling.. and all I'm doing is running a house I dont have outside employment, but I cant cope with house hold chores they are to much. I try to take my time to cope but by the time i get XY and Z done Im completely drained and the family have screwed up my attempt.
I always had pride in what i percieved as my intelligence, I figured I was quite bright etc but my lack of intelligence is now becoming painfully clear to me.. I'm probably as dumb as a box of frogs.
and with all these people coming in to "rescue" me and patronising me along the way.
I cant bare the thought of not having and answer to "me" but then again it means the patronising the "rescuing" continues ad nauseum
Im being informed along the way by my recuers that I must consider the impact I have on their lives (as if I was clueless) Its like saying "could you try and not be a burden on us theres a good lass" Like i activly attempt being one.
so with the feeling that ive failed at life as i got board so easily one thing to the next on and on never found joy in any subject for very long and if thejob required a stressful situation like going to a publishing house to find and agent or trying out for a part I'd balk and run for the doors... I never went to Uni for fear of getting board and spending huge amounts of money.. but still wanted to be a high flyer.
It feels like my feet are imbededed in concrete I wanted to be more that what I am I truely believed I was intelligent enough to be a lawyer or an actor with high aclaime.
I love to create things and over the past few days Ive redone the garden and made plans to redecorate the whole house, earlier today I decided I was not only going to become a plasterer but also all the other trades as well (faceplant)then it hit me.. when I realised my mode of thinking and I stopped to take stock of what I was telling myself, pure rage and dispair set in. My husband noticed and asked if I was ok,I lied saying I was just tired.
If I am BP and there is i'd say a high chance of this i wont be in the top 20% maybe in the 40% but afraid of being in the stay at home catagory. I have always wanted to be admired and be well known and liked, however I've scared off every friend Ive had (no joke) terrified to meet anyone other than a user name and I'm constantly paranoid that my husband will walk out on me for another woman (i know it irrational as hes stuck with me through all the horror of the past 10 years. I recently asked him on a scale of 0-10 10 being I cant hack this any more, im off he said 7 ... now i know he wasnt being mean but its frightend me.
oh god does this post make any sence.. probably not
im terrified of being this burden where my husband has to leave work to take over here as im inept and so being this burden which my sister will have no hesitation in telling me.
so if yes i get the answer but if yes I loose my identity and become this thing called Bipolar Disorder no longer me .. i never existed im just a walking talking malfunction that requires its ass metaphorically wiped andhead patted like a dog.
if no then i get branded as a lazy brainless bitch, whos workshy.
i feel like theres no way out, i just want to run for the hills
(ps excuse poor spelling, i have dyslexia, doesnt help on the feeling dumb side)
Only when the last tree has fallen and the last fish has been caught will man realise that he cant eat money.


