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Relief From Suicidal Ideation

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I had my first bipolar manic episode at the end of 2017^2^^. My first bout of suicidal ideation followed in early 2018^3^^. With bipolar disorder, depressions often follow manias. That's what happened to me. It hit so hard it became the catalyst for fantasizing about ending my own life.

Understand, I wasn't depressed _about__ anything. The chemicals in my brain simply went haywire. It was debilitating. And, it's one of those things that's impossible to describe to someone who hasn't been through it. The closest I can get is this: Physically, it felt like I'd been beaten with socks full of oranges for three days while suffering from the flu.

Mentally, it felt like the flu was mixed with that torture where they blast you with glaring lights and death metal 24/7 so you can't sleep. There's more to it than that, but I don't have the language to describe it.

The depression slammed me into such poor shape I could barely work. All I wanted to do was sleep, I couldn't focus, thinking was incredibly taxing, and I felt like shit. The impact on work was the seed for my suicidal ideation. My thinking turned into a constant, downward spiral that went like this:

- I'm struggling to keep up with my job

- Soon, I'll no longer be able to do my job

- I'm going to get fired[^4]

- I'm going to lose my house

- I'm going to end up on the street

- With all this pain and that outcome, what the fuck is the point

- I should just end it now

Rinse, repeat.

Every time through the loop it felt more intense and more inevitable. The thinking isn't rational, but it's what happens when the chemicals in your brain are fucked.

That's the pattern that landed me in the psych ward on suicide watch. After I got out, I went straight into a seven week Intensive Outpatient Program^5^^. I hoped the program would cure me, but that's not how things works. What I did get out of it was several methods for coping with suicidal thoughts. They helped me survive while the depression burned itself out through a combination of time and 33^6^^ medication changes.

Draft Notes

The rest of the content on this page is a draft for the rest of this post.

Over time, the intensity and frequency

It was diffuse. Sometimes I'd go a couple of days without thinking about it

It wasn't constant, as in it wasn't with me every hour of every day. It was diffuse. Spanning between once every few days to a few times in one day.

Last week, I had my 33rd med change[###] and something clicked.

If you're suffering, keep trying. I can't tell you it _will__ get better, but I'll tell you it _can__. Hold on to whatever toehold you can. For me, I had no hope. So, that wasn't what stopped me. What did is the fact that I don't have a will and I wasn't sure if that meant my mom wouldn't get my house.

Snippets:

I was hurting physically and mentally.

^1]: [Suicidal ideation is a fancy way of saying you're thinking about, considering, or planning to commit suicide.

^2]: [How I Discovered I Have Bipolar Disorder

^3]: The story of [My First Bout of Suicidal Ideation

[^4]: Thankfully, I have an amazing boss who was kind and patient and worked with me while I struggled to fight out of the worst of the depression. So, I didn't lose my job. If I had, I doubt I'd still be here.

[^5]: Thank God for FMLA.

[^6]: The time was the aforementioned two years and med changes were a jugging of Aripiprazole (aka Abilify), Lamotrigine (aka Lamictal, both regular and extended release), Latuda, Lithium, Modofainil, Propranolol, and Vraylar.

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Relief From Suicidal Ideation

I've struggled with suicidal ideation^1^^ for two years. The 
initial wave was so strong I took the first steps toward 
killing myself. Over time, the intensity lessened, but it 
never stopped.

Until today.

-- hr

I had my first bipolar manic episode at the end of 2017^2^^.
My first bout of suicidal ideation followed in early 2018^3^^. 
With bipolar disorder, depressions often follow manias. 
That's what happened to me. It hit so hard it became the 
catalyst for fantasizing about ending my own life.

Understand, I wasn't depressed _about__ anything. The chemicals 
in my brain simply went haywire. It was debilitating. And, 
it's one of those things that's impossible to describe to 
someone who hasn't been through it. The closest I can get 
is this: Physically, it felt like I'd been beaten with 
socks full of oranges for three days while suffering from 
the flu. 

Mentally, it felt like the flu was mixed with that 
torture where they blast you with glaring lights and 
death metal 24/7 so you can't sleep. There's more to it 
than that, but I don't have the language to describe it.

The depression slammed me into such poor shape I could 
barely work. All I wanted to do was sleep, I couldn't 
focus, thinking was incredibly taxing, and I felt 
like shit. The impact on work was the seed for my 
suicidal ideation. My thinking turned into a 
constant, downward spiral that went like this:

-- olist 

- I'm struggling to keep up with my job

- Soon, I'll no longer be able to do my job

- I'm going to get fired[^4]

- I'm going to lose my house

- I'm going to end up on the street

- With all this pain and that outcome, what the fuck is the point

- I should just end it now


-- p

Rinse, repeat.

Every time through the loop it felt more 
intense and more inevitable. The thinking isn't 
rational, but it's what happens when the chemicals 
in your brain are fucked.

That's the pattern that landed me in the psych 
ward on suicide watch. After I got out, I went 
straight into a seven week Intensive Outpatient 
Program^5^^. I hoped the program would cure 
me, but that's not how things works. What 
I did get out of it was several methods for 
coping with suicidal thoughts. They helped me 
survive while the depression burned itself 
out through a combination of time and 33^6^^ 
medication changes.

-- h4

Draft Notes

The rest of the content on this page is a draft
for the rest of this post.

Over time, the intensity and frequency

-- p

It was diffuse. Sometimes I'd go a couple of days 
without thinking about it

-- p

It wasn't constant, as in it wasn't with me every hour 
of every day. It was diffuse. Spanning between once 
every few days to a few times in one day.

-- p

Last week, I had my 33rd med change[###] and something clicked.

-- p

If you're suffering, keep trying. I can't tell you it 
_will__ get better, but I'll tell you 
it _can__. Hold on to whatever toehold you 
can. For me, I had no hope. So, that wasn't what 
stopped me. What did is the fact that I don't have a 
will and I wasn't sure if that meant my mom 
wouldn't get my house.

Snippets:

-- p

I was hurting physically and mentally.

-- p

<<link|^1]: [Suicidal ideation|https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicidal_ideation>> is a fancy way of saying you're thinking about, considering, or planning to commit suicide.

-- p

<<link|^2]: [How I Discovered I Have Bipolar Disorder|/how-i-discovered-i-have-bipolar-disorder/>>

-- p

<<link|^3]: The story of [My First Bout of Suicidal Ideation|/my-first-bout-of-suicidal-ideation/>>

-- p

[^4]: Thankfully, I have an amazing boss who was kind and patient and worked with me while I struggled to fight out of the worst of the depression. So, I didn't lose my job. If I had, I doubt I'd still be here.

-- p

[^5]: Thank God for FMLA.

-- p

[^6]: The time was the aforementioned two years and med changes were a jugging of Aripiprazole (aka Abilify), Lamotrigine (aka Lamictal, both regular and extended release), Latuda, Lithium, Modofainil, Propranolol, and Vraylar.


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-- Mental Health
-- Bipolar Disorder

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