Topic: The Mental Health Thread

[Plastique]

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[Plastique]

Cancelled due to lack of interest. Move along, nothing to see here.

[WC]

Oh shit. Whoa.

Okay, that's it. I give up with trying to survive in society with something this crippling and severe, with skull fucking being the only course of treatment. Myself, I'm never going to be a functional or productive member of the society I'm stuck in. I propose all hopeless cases get carted off. Not in a Nazi train kind of way to a 'camp', but in a Machu Picchu mountain paradise sort of way, where we can live out our days with high speed internet access and all the books in the world and waterfalls  vast scenic panoramas everywhere. Hell, they can give us shit data entry or web dev jobs and work us like mules (again, not in a concentration camp way, but in a monastic kind of busy work way).

[Plastique]

Me too. I was told seroquel has no side effects, it would help me sleep, relieve my anxiety and so forth. I wasn't really in a position to be skeptical considering I was headed for an invul stay at the local looney bin. Now I have diabetes as do many others who took it.

What conditions have to be met before they can hold you against your will?

[WC]

I was Baker Acted in 94.

The nickname of the legislation has led to the term "Baker Act" as a transitive verb, and "Baker Acted" as a passive-voice verb, for invoking the Act to force an individual's commitment. Although the Baker Act is a statute only for the state of Florida, use of "Baker Acting" as a verb has become prevalent as a slang term for involuntary commitment in other regions of the United States.

This is funny to me.

[Plastique]

Fuck it, I still think it's a worthwhile idea.

This thread was intended for personal anecdotes about panic attacks, depression, and other mental disorders you have/had. If you feel like sharing, please do.

[goodthink]

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[WC]

Eh, it seems my bpd is about the same. The only ups I have, however, are intense anxieties and intense rages. The intensity is what comes and goes. It's either catatonic molasses or feelings too intense to cope with, or both all at the same time. I seem to remember the mania being more 'in the zone' and productive, but that was a younger age, on different drugs. Not that it was ever good, just slightly more productive... Kind of. Oh, who am I kidding? I dropped in and out of high school and uni over and over, and those were the most productive years. Ah, perspective. It stings. I'm 33, I would have given up a long time ago in darker days, I'm not too concerned about calling it quits. Never give up, never surrender! (i should submit that in the kick ass movie lines thread)

Still, I propose a mountain top paradise, or an island, (but it has to have mountain tops. Hell, let's take over Hawaii) and turn into a bipolar colony.

[Plastique]

If they think you are likely to kill yourself or others. Really up to them on the call. At the time though I was pretty suicidal and it has been one of the worst episodes I have lived through.

For that type of extreme law to be invoked, it must have been a superlatively shitty time.

The biggest thing with bpd is the daily grind of being ill. I wish I could say I was functional, but I am not at this time. I wish I was one of those bpd who tend toward mania rather than depression. But even then, coming down is often worse than straight out depression. It's like being on top of the world, everything is easy, you're constantly in the zone then your mind turns into molasses, you lose your physical co-ordination, and you wonder why the hell you bothered to wake up.

Eh, it seems my bpd is about the same. The only ups I have, however, are intense anxieties and intense rages. The intensity is what comes and goes. It's either catatonic molasses or feelings too intense to cope with, or both all at the same time. I seem to remember the mania being more 'in the zone' and productive, but that was a younger age, on different drugs. Not that it was ever good, just slightly more productive... Kind of. Oh, who am I kidding? I dropped in and out of high school and uni over and over, and those were the most productive years. Ah, perspective. It stings. I'm 33, I would have given up a long time ago in darker days, I'm not too concerned about calling it quits. Never give up, never surrender! (i should submit that in the kick ass movie lines thread)

Still, I propose a mountain top paradise, or an island, (but it has to have mountain tops. Hell, let's take over Hawaii) and turn into a bipolar colony.

BPD sounds nasty. Coming down from the regular highs of life is intense enough in my experience.

[goodthink]

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[Plastique]

Don't know if you guys are up for it at all, but I made a thread for general mental health anecdotes. Feel free to vent in there. So far it's been an abject failure, but don't let that put you off.

[WC]

Thread was locked and moved as I was moving this post, and while I was in the process of editing the subject line of the first thread.

[WC]

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I spent the better part of my 20s running from the diagnosis, until I couldn't outrun it anymore.

Guh, I'm having a rough go of it this weekend. My 2 year battle with SS over SSI was denied recently (final denial, lawyers judges, the works, 2 fucking years on this last application, through every appeal after every denial, 4th application in ten years, god knows how many denial/appeals all told), my financial aid for the upcoming term has been canceled/returned to the lenders (found out about that last night) for reasons that aren't clear (and won't be till my Bursar's opens in the morn), and a couple of serious disasters beyond my control on top of a full house of my batshit family is really wearing away at my calm right now.

I'm pacing around and it feels like my brain is screaming and I can't turn it off. Screaming brain. Screaming out loud. Yelling at myself. It's actually physically painful. Rage and rage and rage. The intensity of it always frightens me, and when I can't turn it down, I get really scared. Thank the gods for benzos. That's how my mania is; the homeless screaming at the lamppost. Wish I experienced mania in a coked out euphoric way.

They tell me (the shrink I'm seeing, and his PhD therapist) I must maintain a low stress life and environment, and avoid toxic people, AT ALL COSTS. Yeah, how's that gonna happen? Woe is me.

And I'm on lamictal. Shit.

[Karyn]

locking to split and move.

eta - where to split wasn't all that obvious, so here you go.

[Plastique]

Guh, I'm having a rough go of it this weekend. My 2 year battle with SS over SSI was denied recently (final denial, lawyers judges, the works, 2 fucking years on this last application, through every appeal after every denial, 4th application in ten years, god knows how many denial/appeals all told), my financial aid for the upcoming term has been canceled/returned to the lenders (found out about that last night) for reasons that aren't clear (and won't be till my Bursar's opens in the morn), and a couple of serious disasters beyond my control on top of a full house of my batshit family is really wearing away at my calm right now.

What now, man?

and a couple of serious disasters beyond my control on top of a full house of my batshit family is really wearing away at my calm right now.

Jesus Christ, even though that whole scenario is nightmarish, I couldn't help but smile at the description.

I'm pacing around and it feels like my brain is screaming and I can't turn it off.

I get extended periods of that at night when I try to sleep, often for weeks on end (albeit a very attenuated version compared to yours). Makes me crazy to the point of fantasizing about knocking myself out with a hammer. Then the day of feeling like a zombie. Which leads me to...

Thank the gods for benzos.

Amen, it's perfection in pill form. Only problem is the habituation, so I try to severely limit my intake of anxiolytics/hypnotics.