On my way out of debt… or at least the small debts

I’m not really sure where or how to start posting on here other than the posts that I copied from previously about bipolar disorder so I’m just going to start with a random one that I also posted on Facebook. Enjoy?

I amazingly didn’t lose my job somehow after all the false accusations and screaming at me at work and was able to withstand it long enough to be able to calm myself before I acted on my urge to quit. With that said, I have finally been able to pay off most of the debt that I acquired over the past two years during my period of unemployment. I just recently received my tax refund and my dad helped out as well so that was a blessing. I still have $2836.37 left to go but that is not much of anything compared to how much I owed. Plus I still have the big loans in life to pay off like my mortgage and student loans. I know that over two-thousand dollars still sounds like a high amount but you should have seen how much I owed when I first started paying back the debts that had accrued during my unemployment. I had lots of debt backed up such as medical bills, mortgage payments, HOA fees, credit cards, other lines of credit, etc. I’m glad to see that I’m getting much closer to being back to normal and hopefully getting my credit fixed AGAIN. I’d like to get out of this crazy condo situation sooner than later.

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If you didn’t already know… I’m bipolar

I accidentally deleted the previous post, my first post, that was originally written in October 2012 while I was trying to post it just a few minutes ago. That freaked me out because I couldn’t remember any of it since I wrote it a few months ago so there would be no way for me to retrieve it if it was deleted from cyberspace. While I was looking for help on how to get it back, I did a Google search typing in “i am bipolar rionrustle” and I found a blog and a post that I don’t even remember creating on March 30, 2007. So, I thought it would be interesting to copy and paste it here especially since my first post on WordPress was based on the exact same subject. By the way, I did not choose that winky smiley face. The blog that I posted on used that as the visual description for “indifferent” which, in my opinion, is way off. Anyway, here’s a link to the original post (http://www.myspace.com/rionrustle/blog/247177274) along with a copy-and-paste of the original post below including the comments that were made by other readers. Enjoy?March 30, 2007

If you didn’t already know… I’m bipolar

Current mood: indifferent

I’ve tried everything on god’s green earth to figure out a way to outsmart this disease or deformity or whatever it is. But I just can’t do it. I can’t think my way out of it. I can’t eat the right foods and be okay. I can’t do the proper exercises, get the right chiropractic care, do the right type of therapy, have the right type of job, be around the right types of friends and get rid of it…. NOTHING works. Nothing. Well, unless you count the medication. Lithium. Kurt Cobain’s favorite friend. I guess I should be happy that I am not where he is because I am on my precious lithium. I almost killed myself because I was spiraling very out of control one of the times I tried to control it without medication. I had just accidentally taken an overdose of antihistamines when I sick one time that caused severe burning sensations throughout my muscles and twitching, shaking and jumping startled from my sleep by it in an anxious fit. That made me start freaking out and I started thinking I had every disease known to man from AIDS, to tapeworms in my stomach that I could truly FEEL moving around, to cancer to you name it, I thought I had it. The final straw was when I thought that some type of SOMETHING was behind my right eye, I didn’t even know what, and I wanted, almost HAD to get it out. So, I was going to go get a knife and get it out… through my eye socket! Luckily, I paused and stopped and thought about it and went to my parents house before doing anything drastic. I told them I HAD to go to the psycho ward right then and there. I could not even look at what I wanted to look at or control any of my thoughts. My mom actually grabbed me and shook me to get my attention because my eyes kept wandering off in fear and panic! Well, it actually worked! It only worked for a minute but it kept me from going off the deep end. So, I never went into the psycho ward. I got ANOTHER appointment with a psychiatrist and got back on my good ol’ lithium. My best friend ever. I’m being sarcastic because it feels weird to take it but at the same time it also did save my life. I got back on it because I thought, well, I’ve wasted ten years of my life trying to fight this thing, messed up many a relationship with friends, girlfriends, jobs, etc. I think that being on this medicine will be better than being dead. So, that’s why I did it. That was sometime near the end of 2006. This is most likely the final time I START BACK again ever. I’ve wasted 10 years of my life trying to fight something that is invisible and yet controls everything. I am very tired of it. I am very tired of life much or even most of the time. There are things that happen that are fun and interesting, but for the most part, I’m bored with this life. It’s a boring ride. It’s repetitive and there are too many requirements just to stay alive. It’s enough to make you want to kill yourself. And I have had that thought many, MANY times within the past couple of years at the height of my mental problems. It got so bad that it began to transfer over to PHYSICAL problems! Doctors call it somatization. Religious people call it demons. Spiritual people call it kundalini. I just call it suffering. Well, that was a wonderfully random and extremely long post. I hope someone gets something out of it. Actually, I guess I did so that’s good enough.

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  • Angel Waldrop  i remember many a time ago when you were first dealing with this and how you felt…i also remember how you hated the drug…i am glad you never made that decision to end things…you have too big a heart and a sense of humor that you would be sorely missed…i am glad to see you as you are today because at one time i know you had given up…i hope you the best and will always be there for you…you were once there for me when i needed uplifting..remember…death is a permanent solution to a temporary problem…

    5 years ago

  • Mandy DramaMama  i think it takes courage to admit that a maintenaince drug can help and that you’ve made the choice to take it.  I look at that the same way I would a diabetic needing insulin or someone with high blood pressure taking bp meds, or even me and my goofy PCOS and having to take bcp’s just to have my hormones regulated and feel like me instead of a constant pms early menopausal lady from hades– bottom line, if it helps your overall quality of life then it’s worth it.  But I admire you for making that choice I can’t imagine what a tough decision that is to make.  But I’m glad you’re here and I’m glad you’re taking the med and I’m glad you’re a friend. 🙂 Hang in there!

    5 years ago

I am bipolar.

This was actually written in October of 2012 but I never published it so I am publishing it now:

I am bipolar. This name does not sufficiently cover the depths of hell to which people are thrown that have this problem. I am unsure how many people know this but I have bipolar disorder. Some people would like to say that I stopped talking about it in my late twenties because I was afraid I would never be able to get a job because of the stigma that it creates. At this point, I am so tired and exhausted from denying and suppressing my emotions and the whole of who I am for all these years during every single minute of every single day and denying who I am that I just don’t care what happens anymore from my admitting to it. I need some support and relief and to find people that actually understand instead of constantly having secretive and invisible battles with people that have no idea what is going on and possibly would not want to even be around me if they knew. The only way to get relief and find out who those people are is to admit to it. I do not want to pretend to be a “normal person” going to a corporate job every day anymore. It causes so much stress and anguish to me even though a normal person would be fine with it. I first realized I had a problem in the fall of 1997 at 22 years of age even though I now think that the problem had been going on for a few years at this point. I was in the middle of a college semester when this mental illness forced me to give up everything I had and leave school. I didn’t know at the time but I was forever giving up any semblance of the life I had known up to that point. I had to move out of the band dorm, I lost all of my scholarships, and lost so many of the friends and even a fiance in the life that I had known. I have been suffering and dealing with this horrible disease in many ways ever since that day. The name of the disease does not even begin to scratch the surface of the anguish that it creates. The reason I am telling you this is because I can no longer suffer trying to pretend to be a normal person working in the corporate world all the while suffering intensely each and every single day.