Medication Part II: The Trials

Medication II: The Trials

Once you've accepted that medication is something that has to be used, the first thing to remember is that it is not the end. Really. It is simply a means to help with fluctuations with mood, and behavior, as it is in giving some type of normalcy.

But, each person is going to be vastly different in how they're body reacts to medication. For me it has been a long ordeal to get the right combination down, and because my physiology medications change often, or I've endured adverse side effects.

The first medication I took was for hyper activity disorder, a misdiagnose back in 1987, as then there wasn't a whole lot on the subject of bipolar disorder. The first thing I noticed was I was very lethargic, I put on considerable weight, and my moods were frumpy. I couldn't really participate in much as I was in this constant fog, which would labor for days at a time.

I spent a lot more time alone, as I just couldn't get into being a social creature. Having spent sometime in a facility for a purposes to recharge, and gain coping skills with my first diagnoses, it was apparent that something wasn't right.

I got into beadwork, I began to draw more, I had fantasy's about nerf basketball competitions, I watched a lot of movies, tried to be a good sport with playing racketball, and basketball, but I just didn't feel into it hence that isolationism aspect.

Though this respite was for 45 days, I remember each moment, each person I met, having to watch myself break down, looking through a window of how I was behaving around other people. I had a lot of trouble really controlling my emotions, I had immense difficultly staying on task with school, due to the medication. I remember staying in solitary a few times due to my obtuse behavior.

When I wasn't in solitary, my grace were slurpee's, and traveling to places I hadn't been to. When these would come up, I would be on my best behavior. I wanted to see what was out there, a ski lodge, bowling alley, a roller skate ring, a couple movies. Entertainment and going out were funded by the hospital, as I later learned came out of my parents pocket.

But, the one caveat here is that I knew that something wasn't right with what I was going through, where I was living was the albatross, and I later had to make amends to that effect. What I am saying here is that medication doesn't have to be the end of anything, but a starting place of exploration, unfolding and evolving. In my next post I'll talk more about my second trial and error with medication. Thanks for reading.

B.