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This past month I have been trying to hone in on my emotions as there is much going on in my life-two part time jobs, part time student, moving, and my upcoming wedding in May.  I filled out my mood chart indicating I am between feeling “normal” (or what I call mainstream) and mildly depressed.  I know there is a lot of “good” going on, but for some reason I cannot help but feel a sense of depression.  I will no longer have a place all to myself to retrieve to.  I like having my space.  It’s just a simple fact.  I have the notion that my significant other wants to be near me almost all the time.  I know this is a simple communication issue, but I feel weird saying “hey, I need my space” without offending him.  I realize we will have to talk and have him understand I may need some time to myself, even if only for a couple of hours. 

I have realized over time that in dealing with bipolar disorder I need to have “me” time.  I need to read, listen to music, jog, or write.  It helps ease all the tension that I get throughout the day.  It is my opinion that everyone that has bipolar disorder should have their “me” time and do something he/she enjoys at least once a day.  It helps ease one’s mind and hence their emotions.  I find that when I skip a day of not doing something I enjoy that I my mood shifts as fast as popcorn pops in a microwave.  It is kind of scary.  Medications help, do not get me wrong, but I think that can help only so far before one has to try to help themselves to.  Not only do I do therapy in a doctor’s office, but I do it at home too.  I’m sure my significant other will get it, but I just hope I say it in a way that does not cause offense.  I suppose I shall find out!

Comments

I couldn't agree more. If your significant other isn't wide open to this essential part of your continued existence, then this is the wrong person to live with. Being smothered will send you right over the edge, no matter how well intended.

I'm fortunate that I have an understanding husband. I was diagnosed when our kids were very young, and it hasn't been easy. Twenty-two years later, although he doesn't "get" it, he still understands enough to give me my space.

I wish you well!

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