I’m Coping But What About My Loved Ones?
So its been awhile guys. I spent the second half of my summer taking care of myself, learning how to cope with my bipolar diagnosis and attempting to reconnect with my family.
I have learned that I am not weak because of my Bipolar Disorder, just different. I have spent a lot of time fighting the truth of my diagnosis and have learned the easiest way to lead a “normal” life is to just accept it and work on improving my overall health from there. After this point I started doing yoga daily to calm my mind and body, set alarms on my phone to make sure I never forgot to take a pill and isolated myself from those who were hindering my self improvement. I learned how to cope with myself, but I am not so sure those around me have put effort into it.
My mother has worked hard to try and be okay with this, but sometimes I think she still tries to deny that I am bipolar, thinking that is somehow means she failed as a mother. I have learned that when I start being more aggressive and nit pick people, I need that person to tell me and then give me a minute to settle my own mind. My mother has an extraordinarily hard time doing this, but I am hoping she will get better with time so our relationship can improve.
My dad is the worst. He reacts any severe depression or mania with anger. Like he can scare it out of me. As much as I want to repair the troubled relationship I am starting to believe its better to just let go of him and keep our lives largely separate.
My brothers and I have never been close, but we are trying to change that. The three of us are all spectacularly different when it comes to our personalities. Our biggest struggle lies in figuring out how to relate to one another, but once we can do that I believe they will be a great support system.
Now for the hardest one…
The boy who I love more than life itself. I know he feels the same about me, and that our love for each other runs deep. But he has trouble understanding when certain things I do are caused by my bipolar and when he just needs to be supportive of me rather than bullheaded. I can explain this to him after the fact but it does nothing to tame the fight that happens initially. I wish there were a way to point out to him the signs of when my mania is bad and for him to realize that during this phase, I’m just not myself sometimes. And anger is not a good response. I have high hopes of us working on this together as our relationship progresses though.
My friends are all over the place. Some of them are amazing supportive and curious, all are accepting to different degrees. Some help me figure out how to cope and controls my moods, some promise to be a shoulder to cry on. Others accept it and treat as if I am no different than anyone else and they all play a crucial role in helping me through life.
Does anyone have advice on how to help your loved ones cope in a situation like this?