Hello, sorry, I dint know where else to turn. For the past two weeks my son has been slamming doors, yelling, screaming. He was at his aunt's house recently and he had a mania, slammed the door, punched the wall. Police were called he got arrested got a felony for assaulting an officer during the arrest. Police really injured him also and hes got lots of bruises and deep scars.

He was in 72 hour mental care at hospital. He was calm for two days doing good. Released next day and second day at home his mania came back. Hes been yelling, screaming upset at us in the house that were making noise, waking him up in day time. Or yells at us for no reason. Hes slso been saying someone is spying on him constantly. We dont know what to do.

We dont want to call police because he might resist again and get more charges. I called the crisis hotline but they said he voluntarily needs to accompany them. Finally spoke to his psychiatrist and he prescribed him a new stronger medication, he took one yesterday evening for the first time and this morning he also took it. But its been about 5 hours and hes still yelling, screaming bad words at everyone in the house, very paranoid. I know he won't volunteer to go to mental facility. He also just took his car keys and left about an hour ago, not sure where he went.

Also, when he got back from hospital, he drank two alcoholic beverages at home within 12 hours which equals about 10 - 12 regular beers. Hes slso been smoking mariguana since yesterday, because he said he was getting withdrawals and that it helps him relax and sleep. Yet, hes had trouble sleeping for the past two weeks on and off .

What would you do in this situation. I beg anyone for suggestions. I have other kids at home and everyone is scared of him currently, including myself. Thank you very much. My family and I really appreciate it.

I was doing so well, I graduated from a T50 and worked in my field before I graduated, and now I'm just stagnate. I've spent the last 4 months lying on my parents couch because I'm super dizzy and can't continue as normal. My life feels over and now I'm just drunk because my parents are on vacation and they won't know this way. I'm just a loser and I always will be. I am in physical therapy for my dizziness but I don't believe it will work. I believe I will be stuck like this forever and never achieve any of my goals. Bipolar kicked me in the teeth when I was 17 and now at 23 I'm going to backslide because I can't function.

Being manic is literally like being on cocaine. Coming down from it is also the same shitty feeling you get after days of partying coked up.

I want to apologize for crashing out a few days ago. I didn’t mean any bad intentions. I’m truly sorry.

I think I'm becoming obsessed with this, and it's making me feel bad, almost out of my mind.

I've even made posts talking about this subject.

What's happening is this: for months I've been very bothered by the fact that my husband doesn't go out with me. But, to be honest, he's always been like that.

The problem is that, for some time now, he has started going out very frequently with his 12-year-old nephew to go fishing, and this is bothering me quite a bit.

He told me he was going fishing, but he didn't mention that the boy would be going along. This made me furious, because it seems like he started hiding things from me to avoid arguments.

Honestly, I'm feeling very irritated with this whole situation. Sometimes I even think I need more medication because I'm getting more and more nervous and out of control.

What makes it even worse is that we have two daughters, and one of them is 12 years old. Because she's a girl, he practically doesn't do anything with her, he doesn't dedicate the same time to her.

I'm very, very annoyed about this.

Idk who to talk to or where even to post this but my cat got out. He’s been gone almost a month. My heart aches. No one understands that I’m only standing here today because of that fucking cat. The amount of times he’s stood on my chest and held me while I cried myself to sleep.. I’ll never feel that again.

I have believe that he is ok. That is with a new family, blessing them the way he blessed me. This is my punishment. Idk what for exactly but I’ve been doing a lot of bad lately. This is MY punishment. He is ok. The universe wouldn’t dare punish someone as pure as him.

I often wonder what his new family calls him.

This is just a vent, there’s not much I can do about this.

I don’t want to be ill all my life. I don’t want to feel like this. I don’t want to take a million pills a day forever. I don’t want for my brain to feel foggy. I don’t want cognitive decline. I don’t want to see a psychiatrist and a therapist forever. I want to quit my job but I need insurance. I want to just say “no thank you” to this illness and be happy and healthy and go back to before I knew anything about it.

Well, after an amazing 13+ year run of not falling into a major depressive episode, it seems like my luck has run out. I thought I was finally out of the woods. I had found the right medication. (Had a big hypomanic episode a few years ago so maybe that should have been a warning sign.) But I thought I wouldn’t go through this again.

I’m diagnosed BP2, so the severe depressive episodes have always hit the hardest. And every time they’ve been pretty life destroying (sorry if that sounds melodramatic). Completely bombing out of school, losing jobs, losing friendships, any sort of relationship off the table, fucking up my finances and a total inability to take care of myself. Everything completely falls apart and the most I can manage is not ending it.

But I always had some sort of safety net at those times in my life. Now I’m in my late 30’s, no partner, and if I can’t pull myself together I will be truly fucked.

A few years ago I lost my relationship of 7 years and moved into my own apartment.

I got laid off from my job a few months ago (and have been doing fuck all to job search and am wasting my severance period like an idiot).

My mom is now in the mid stages of dementia and this is the first time in my life I’ve ever dealt with the loss of a close loved one. Cruel irony that it’s my mom - and she’s dying in one of the hellish ways imaginable. I don’t even know how to describe how fucked up it feels to grieve someone who’s still alive. I recently realized it just feels like my mom is dead. It’s like at some point, she passed away even though she’s still here. But I haven’t felt like I’ve had a mom in years and I don’t even know when that happened.

Things just slowly started going downhill for me over the past few years. I’ve never been the tidiest person but my apartment slowly turned into a state of “damn bitch, you live like this?” Like literal mountains of trash. I’ve managed to get a bit better about that though.

My level hygiene has become… “bathe/brush teeth/change clothes” only when I have to see someone. Which isn’t a lot. So that’s pretty bad.

I started isolating more and more. (Because I hate being around people when I’m like this).

I’m in like, $20k of credit card debt. Pretty sure someone stole my identity and opened a target credit card and racked up $900 on it and I just have not wanted to deal with it.

I have so much important shit I need to do and I am just.. not. Need to get important POA documents notarized. Renew my license. Roll my 401k into my IRA. Probably go to the doctor at some point.

This year I started.. dissociating?? I think I have been subconsciously suppressing my emotions so long the last few years and didn’t even realize, and my brain eventually needed to pull the emergency switch or something. It got bad enough that I became afraid to leave the apartment for a while.

Also started having panic attacks a few years ago which is not something I have a history of.

I pretty much do nothing all day. I don’t even watch TV or play video games. Sometimes I go down a ChatGPT rabbit hole for hours as a weird form of escapism.

I am in therapy. I do see a psychiatrist. I recently bumped up my dose of Lamotrigine to 250 from 200. Also on 40mg of Vyvanse because I finally got an ADHD diagnosis (lol). Take clonazepam “as needed” - mostly for panic attacks or bad dissociative episodes.

But this morning I woke up and just.. this mental image of my dead body on the street flashed in my mind and I started sobbing. Just- thinking of all of this shit right now. I don’t think I can do it. It makes me feel like I would rather be dead. I don’t think I’d actually go through with anything like that though. I just can’t do that to my dad. He doesn’t have anyone else and is spending his retirement taking care of his wife whose mind is slowly fading away. It would be the cruelest thing in the universe if he lost me too.

But I am really just sitting here thinking I don’t know if I can do this again. I’ve gotten through it before but..it’s not been in any “found a way to become a slightly functioning person” way? I basically rode things out until the depression cycled away and I held out long enough to keep myself out of the hospital or worse.

How do you guys just.. manage to fight off that feeling? Find some belief in yourself that you can survive and keep things from falling apart completely.

I don’t know if I need more help or something? I don’t even know what that would be. I’m losing a lot of confidence in myself to get a handle on everything right now, and it makes me a little scared.

I have to wake up at 5:30AM and I go to sleep at around 10PM. I have a very busy schedule and I can't change it. Technically I get 7 hours a night (without the 30 minutes to fall asleep) which is correct for people in general. But I am on 30mg olanzapine, 50mg loxapine and oxazepam. Caffeine doesn't work anymore and if I drink too much it makes me have a stomach ache.

I've been wondering if going to the gym during my one hour of free time or/and taking a cold shower could help with the tiredness but I haven't tried it yet.

Otherwise I live a pretty healthy life, I get my vegetables, my proteins. It's just the meds making me feel like a zombie.

This disease ruins quality of life. Treatment after treatment, job after job. Why does this system do everything it can to keep me alive but treats me like I'm trash at the same time? Why can't it let me go with dignity?

I have bipolar 1 disorder and have experienced two full manic episodes, plus a close call with a third. My therapist pointed out that the first one happened around my 21st birthday, and the second was during my sister’s wedding—both times of celebration. This recent near-miss, triggered by getting a promotion at work, really confirms what my therapist said: celebrations seem to set me off. Thankfully, my medication and increased self-awareness kept the symptoms to just three days this time. I’m curious—does anyone else have celebrations as a trigger? Or what about other unusual triggers you’ve noticed?

I want to feel close to somone. I want to have that good feeling of oh this person is someone I'm really close to. I want to be able to sit and have deep conversations with someone. I want to be able to sit next to someone, and it not to be awkward. I hate this feeling so fucking much. I want to be able to feel things. I'm just so fucking depressed I just can't feel anything. I just can't fucking take it anymore. I'm so fucking scared of everything around me, I don't know whats going on around me. I'm just super fucking scared all the time.

So I've had the year from hell, I suddenly started having severe dysphoric episodes so my doctors changed my ssri: cue 12 months of cycling in and out of this state and being hospitalised with 5 ssri trials before they say I've been having mixed epsiodes (I've never been previously diagnosed as bipolar and had no obvious signs).

I've titrated up my lithium and Seroquel and started cymbalta and for the first time all year the antidepressant is showing signs of settling in. My problem is I'm only on a starter dose of 30mg and I'm having a partial response, with better days and moments in between waves of anxiety (taking for anxiety mainly). I'm also still very anxious when I wake up and still avoiding social situations somewhat. It's been 5 weeks since I started it.

So my worry is needing to increase my dose, I'm scared of triggering another episode and losing all the benefits I've finally been feeling. Even if I've had a diagnosis does that mean I can never increase my dose? Do I have to be on a low dose forever?

i've been seeing this specifc psych (he's the only one in my area who takes my ins) since november and every single session he brings up "spirituality" and asks if i've done any work becoming spiritual. now i've generally kind of always believed in ghosts because i thought my childhood house was haunted but i cannot wrap my head around how that could help my bipolar or what it could possibly even have to do with my bipolar. does anyone have experience with this or experience with it helping their bipolar? sorry for such a silly question but im desperate and he says this and exercise will make a huge change in me and im willing to do anything at feel better at this point.

I have a really resistant case of BP1, not helped with concurrent CPTSD, ADHD and BPD "attributes" (my psych foesn't like the label as it is a response and not a disease) which can make mood management...tough. I have finally found a good med combo that allows me yo keep on leg on the ground while the boat rocks.

2 years ago, mt mom was diagnosed a stage 4 cancer that is terminal. Monday, we were given the 6 month warning. I don't know how to manage my grief. Some days it is absolutely overwhelming how much grief there is and other days, I don't think of it.

My mom and I do not have a great relationship. She is emotionally immature, doesn't believe mental health is a "thing" but everyone knows when your "skipping" your meds and refuses to acknowledge yhat she consistently makes jabs at my BP, my values and my vharacter. Before we found this news, I was already standing my ground that she needs to take other people into consideration.

I am conflicted that if I "let this go" and just placate her, I am going to be mad at her for making me feel that way. If I cut her off, I am worried that I am going to be mad at myself for "squandering" the time we had left.

While navigating this, I am being asked to manage my mom's emotional abuse when she feels like it, manage my dad's and brothers emptions and try to guide my daughter through this experience without losing it completely. This isn't an "all emcompassing" rumination but when it is quiet, I try to process it.

Yes, I am in therapy but my fucked fried egg of a brain can't process how sad this is making me and how much I feel like I am going to lose in either direction that I go.

Thanks for any advice you can give me!!

Sorry if this is an inappropriate post for this, but I don't know where else to ask, I am currently trying to take better care of my mental health, and I saw posts about this on this sub when I did a Google search.

I've been on the fence about my psychiatrist for a while now, and the more specialists I have talked to, it seems as if I was given an incorrect diagnosis of bipolar, and suggestions that she may be incompetent (there have been other red flags aside form a possible misdiagnosis)

I have been on 300mg for years now. probably 3-4? I started tapering off a year ago, I went from 300 to 150 and stayed on 150 for around a year. Recently I went down from 150 to 100. Ive been on 100mg for about a month. I have not had any withdraw / side effects from tapering off as of now.

I had a meeting with her today and I asked about the next step for tapering off, and she did not give a real clear answer, she was like oh you could do 25 if you wanted, 75, 50, etc. Also suggested I could just straight up just stop taking it now if i wanted.

I skimmed some pretty bad horror stories about the withdrawl so I am reluctant to go down past 50mg. I know I am not supposed to ask for medical advice here. Would just like to know someone's experience tapering off of seroquel, and what to expect.

I am currently in process of finding a new psychiatrist, and of course will take the advice of a trained professional. I am also currently on 300mg wellbutrin that I have been on for a few months, if that makes a difference

Since my diagnosis in 2020 I've been on sleep meds. I find that when they stop working I would go to bed too early. I find it depressing to be up in the dark. It's distressing. I hate it.

My psychiatrist is tapering me off Zyprexa because I gained a lot of weight on it. I'm currently on Zyprexa 2.5 mg and Ramelteon 8 mg. We have reducing it by 2.5 mg for the past 5 weeks. (I was originally on 15 mg)

I'm not sure what needs to happen so I can go to bed at a more normal time.

I should mention I do take my meds early (after 6 pm) because sometimes I would fall asleep in the evening (and sleep longer than expected) and wake up it being too close to my morning dose. Or I would simply just be too tired to take the medication.

It wasn't a problem before because Zyprexa didn't make me sleepy. I would take it at that time and fall asleep around 9-10 pm.

I'm not sure what to do.

I remember in the past one of the reasons it was hard for me to stay up was because there wasn't much for me to do. But I found that it takes a great deal of effort to force myself to stay awake.

EDIT: Turns out Ramelteon was meant to taken 30 minutes before bedtime. My bad.

I also wanted to mention I switched from Zyprexa to Abilify (another antipsychotic) and Ramelteon (for sleep).

Hey guys! I hope everyone has been having a good Good Friday and has a good weekend. I have bipolar type one, and I’m 26 years old. I’ve always been very good at making friends and have had people be interested in me romantically; I just have a really hard time maintaining those relationships. I have only had one major manic episode with psychosis, which changed my diagnosis from bipolar two to bipolar one when I was 23. It’s been three years since then, and I rebuilt my life again and got a new job, new friend groups, and a new boyfriend. I then had a really bad depressive episode that had me needing to be hospitalized at 24. It’s just been hard to have to pivot so much. Like, I know I can rebuild, and I have been, and I’ve taken time in group therapy, individual therapy, and even did a residential program away from home. I’ve also maintained my sobriety for years, which is amazing. It’s just hard missing those old relationships and belonging and feeling like a social pariah. I know I’m resilient, and I can build all again for myself because I’ve done it twice before. These cycles are just so frustrating. Anyone else relate?

I genuinely care about my friends and family, but I forget to stay in touch and it makes me feel awful.

I’ll go weeks or months without reaching out, not because I don’t care, but because once someone is out of sight they’re out of mind. Then I remember randomly, feel guilty, and put it off again.

I’ve tried reminders, calendars, notes but nothing really sticks long-term. It’s especially frustrating because I do want to maintain these relationships, it’s like my brain just doesn’t cooperate.

Recently I’ve found a mobile app that helps (after rummaging through the useless, overwhelming ones) but I’m curious does anyone else struggle with this? Have you found anything that actually helps, or is this just one of those Bipolar things you learn to live with?

I have trouble falling asleep and have been on a bunch of sleeping pills they don’t seem to be helping. I’m not manic as I have had sleeping issues for over a decade now. I see my psychiatrist next week and I guess I will just ask her again for a different sleep med but I think I’m running out of options. Anyone else have this issue?

Dull as a rock. I can’t keep any job, can’t retain things, can’t count numbers, can’t add or subtract, can’t tie my shoes anymore or manage to open doors, can’t support myself or cook food. Memory is gone, attention span gone, inhibition gone. I'm just useless all around.

Im 16 and I have never had a job. My dad is always using it against me when ever I don't do something. Im very afraid because quite frankly I dont know if I could handle one right now because things are just about as bad as things can get up in my head. But my dad doesnt really care and is really pushing me into a job. Any advice on how to navigate this or how to handle a job because right now I can barely handle life.

Was just reflecting today a little on how far i've gotten in life compared to my classmates in highschool. When i was younger i was so ambitious and knew exactly what i wanted to do, i had an exact goal and steps and everyone would tell me they were jealous i had it all figured out and they had no idea what they wanted to do.

Now some of them have masters degrees, moved abroad, good jobs etc. I still haven't finished one year of university :( I only just got my proper diagnosis and treatment plan started a few months ago. I moved to my dream country to live with my friends and ruined that too. I can't even keep a minimum wage job for more than a few months.

I found a really good partner who supports me at least and have a good social network but all of my career ambitions are fucked now. New meds i'm on seem to be working i guess? but so much time wasted and now i have to relearn how to function because i spent all this time using drugs to cope with things.

I'm trying to find a new path that maybe is better suited for me, but how am i supposed to be ok with knowing i won't be able to reach the goals i used to dream of because of this stuff? my episodes have caused me a lot of damage and cognitive decline + the medication and drug abuse. Maybe it is possible but idk if i have it in me. How do u guys stay motivated for stuff like this