topher
5th June 2011, 17:48
Dear good Avalonians,
I don't know if I'm putting this in the right place, or if I am, if its even useful information. But I feel that in case it could offer an example that may aid in anyone's understanding, I'll post it here:
A bit about me. Some doctors have told me that I am bipolar, and that is my current medical diagnosis. As such, I am currently on the psychotropic drugs Olanzapine and Divalproex as "mood stabilizers." I also smoke cannabis occasionally as I feel it is at times beneficial to my personal well-being.
In the past, I have been on other psychotropics (Wellbutrin, Effexor, Seroquel, Risperdol, Sertraline, Clonazepam... and many many others) as prior to my diagnosis of being bipolar, I have been diagnosed with pretty much everything else (Aspergers, Schizophrenia... to name a couple). Yet, if you were to know me, you would not suspect me of having ANY sort of "mental illness" at all. I am an eccentric personality, but who among us isn't. My lack of functionality in this world is due to my sensitivity, and being very often overwhelmed by what I feel when I venture out.
I give you this information about myself as a gesture of openness, because what I am about to explain would be and has been explained as symptomatic of "mental illness," and maybe that is the correct explanation, or maybe it isn't. I'll leave it for you to decide.
For the past couple of years, I have been experiencing missing time. On the evening of Friday the 3rd (pacific time), I was not under the influence of any substance other than divalproex, which I doubt could explain the following. I went for a walk (I do remember feeling agitated at that time), and did not return until around noon of the next day (the 4th). I remember leaving my home, and I remember finding myself lost in the early morning the next day (around 6 or 7am). I couple of guys from Cuba invited me over to their place to smoke a joint. Being in quite a nihilistic place at that moment, I accepted. They kept telling me that I'm beautiful. Eventually I become uncomfortable with their comments, so I left, and eventually found my way back home. I was very dizzy, and was concerned people might think me to be drunk because I couldn't walk straight. Marijuana does not have that effect on me.
The thing about this that I find important is that I have no memory of what happened in the middle. When I left, I think I had a bit of a self-destructive energy within me, but I had no intention of doing anything harmful, and I do not believe that I did. When I returned home, my fiance was very loving a nurturing, because she is a beautiful loving soul who has witnessed this sort of thing in me countless times.
Countless times. This has happened before. Sometimes I had delusions of being chased, and have spent entire nights hiding in bushes and hopping fences (I have basic infantry training that I utilized). In hindsight, I'm still not convinced that those were delusions, because I saw those that gave chase to me, though when they caught me, they literally dematerialized before my eyes. There have been other episodes where I remember absolutely nothing. In fact, there are entire months of recent years that I hardly remember.
I want to be as honest as possible. I believe that there were instances where Clonazepam (nasty stuff - can cause memory loss) was a factor, though none of my psychiatrists or other doctors have ever acknowledged this. They tend to blame Marijuana, though I usually do not have any weed in my system when this happens. I AM NOT a pot head. I even had one psychiatrist suggest that it was the 4 cans of beer I had drank that caused one episode (why isn't this happening to everyone then?!). I don't normally drink ANY alcohol AT ALL. Some have suggested that it is a weird form of seizure that I'm having, so scans were done, and nothing (other than inexplicable, unspecified brain damage) out of the ordinary was found - by some docs, though others said something was found, but nobody is giving me a straight answer.
After some of my past black-outs, I've woken up in psych-wards, other times in jail, other times lost on some street, though I frequently seem to make it home.
What I'm describing here could fall solely into the realm of psychiatry, in which case I apologize for taking up your time, because I realize that that isn't the focus of this forum. The reason I am posting this is because I feel that I should - no reason beyond that. Maybe there is something more than a dysfunctional brain at work here.
Peace and vitality to all of you.
Chris.
I don't know if I'm putting this in the right place, or if I am, if its even useful information. But I feel that in case it could offer an example that may aid in anyone's understanding, I'll post it here:
A bit about me. Some doctors have told me that I am bipolar, and that is my current medical diagnosis. As such, I am currently on the psychotropic drugs Olanzapine and Divalproex as "mood stabilizers." I also smoke cannabis occasionally as I feel it is at times beneficial to my personal well-being.
In the past, I have been on other psychotropics (Wellbutrin, Effexor, Seroquel, Risperdol, Sertraline, Clonazepam... and many many others) as prior to my diagnosis of being bipolar, I have been diagnosed with pretty much everything else (Aspergers, Schizophrenia... to name a couple). Yet, if you were to know me, you would not suspect me of having ANY sort of "mental illness" at all. I am an eccentric personality, but who among us isn't. My lack of functionality in this world is due to my sensitivity, and being very often overwhelmed by what I feel when I venture out.
I give you this information about myself as a gesture of openness, because what I am about to explain would be and has been explained as symptomatic of "mental illness," and maybe that is the correct explanation, or maybe it isn't. I'll leave it for you to decide.
For the past couple of years, I have been experiencing missing time. On the evening of Friday the 3rd (pacific time), I was not under the influence of any substance other than divalproex, which I doubt could explain the following. I went for a walk (I do remember feeling agitated at that time), and did not return until around noon of the next day (the 4th). I remember leaving my home, and I remember finding myself lost in the early morning the next day (around 6 or 7am). I couple of guys from Cuba invited me over to their place to smoke a joint. Being in quite a nihilistic place at that moment, I accepted. They kept telling me that I'm beautiful. Eventually I become uncomfortable with their comments, so I left, and eventually found my way back home. I was very dizzy, and was concerned people might think me to be drunk because I couldn't walk straight. Marijuana does not have that effect on me.
The thing about this that I find important is that I have no memory of what happened in the middle. When I left, I think I had a bit of a self-destructive energy within me, but I had no intention of doing anything harmful, and I do not believe that I did. When I returned home, my fiance was very loving a nurturing, because she is a beautiful loving soul who has witnessed this sort of thing in me countless times.
Countless times. This has happened before. Sometimes I had delusions of being chased, and have spent entire nights hiding in bushes and hopping fences (I have basic infantry training that I utilized). In hindsight, I'm still not convinced that those were delusions, because I saw those that gave chase to me, though when they caught me, they literally dematerialized before my eyes. There have been other episodes where I remember absolutely nothing. In fact, there are entire months of recent years that I hardly remember.
I want to be as honest as possible. I believe that there were instances where Clonazepam (nasty stuff - can cause memory loss) was a factor, though none of my psychiatrists or other doctors have ever acknowledged this. They tend to blame Marijuana, though I usually do not have any weed in my system when this happens. I AM NOT a pot head. I even had one psychiatrist suggest that it was the 4 cans of beer I had drank that caused one episode (why isn't this happening to everyone then?!). I don't normally drink ANY alcohol AT ALL. Some have suggested that it is a weird form of seizure that I'm having, so scans were done, and nothing (other than inexplicable, unspecified brain damage) out of the ordinary was found - by some docs, though others said something was found, but nobody is giving me a straight answer.
After some of my past black-outs, I've woken up in psych-wards, other times in jail, other times lost on some street, though I frequently seem to make it home.
What I'm describing here could fall solely into the realm of psychiatry, in which case I apologize for taking up your time, because I realize that that isn't the focus of this forum. The reason I am posting this is because I feel that I should - no reason beyond that. Maybe there is something more than a dysfunctional brain at work here.
Peace and vitality to all of you.
Chris.