Feeling Blue

  Lately, I have been feeling pretty blue. This year has definitely thrown me some curb balls. And I feel like I can’t be open and honest with anyone about how I am feeling because I am supposed to be there for everyone else. So how can I ask for help when everyone around me needs me?

For me, stress is a major trigger for a depressive or manic episode. And to say this year hasn’t been stressful would be a lie. So how do I not let all this stress take me down? Well, it all starts with my support system. My boyfriend, mom, dad, step mom, brothers, and sisters. 

The problem I’m having right now is that I don’t know how to tell any of them I am struggling. Everyone I know is busy or having their own troubles. And my family is going through so much right now. How awful would I be for adding more worry and stress on them? 

And that causes more stress. Painted on smiles. Pretending I am fine. It’s the start of a spiral. A downward spiral. Back into the throes of my depression. If I can count on one thing, it is that my depression will always come back, and each time seems to be darker than the last.

I have come a long way in my journey of having bipolar disorder. I can, mostly, tell when I am starting to spiral, either up or down. But what I am not good at is: asking for help. I hate admitting I’m struggling and need some help. It makes me feel weak, pathetic. Even though I know that I am not for admitting it.

The feeling of hopelessness and despair are starting to slowly sink in. And I can’t help but feel stupid. How can I let myself sink this low and not say anything? Am I hurting myself by not saying anything? Am I hurting my loved ones by not saying I’m struggling?

But the fear of telling them I’m struggling, the stress of adding more stress to them. I don’t want to hurt my family by telling them I’m hurting. So I continue to say, “I’m fine.” Hiding behind the painted smile. Trying my best to cope. 

I mean, I’m not doing nothing. I do have therapy coming up. And I will open up then. I just don’t want to worry or stress out my family. But I know what you're thinking, isn’t that what a support system is for? My answer would be yes, but not when you know what your support system is going through.  

Not wanting to stress out my family anymore than they are, I put on my “big girl” panties and told my therapist that I was struggling. My anxiety was spinning out of control and I finally admitted I needed to talk to someone. 

And now, I work on myself. Talking with therapy, taking my medicine. Just trying to be the best version of me.