{"id":13290,"date":"2020-08-21T17:55:40","date_gmt":"2020-08-22T00:55:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/?p=13290"},"modified":"2020-08-21T17:55:40","modified_gmt":"2020-08-22T00:55:40","slug":"bipolar-depression-is-a-succubus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/bipolar-depression-is-a-succubus\/","title":{"rendered":"Bipolar Depression is a Succubus"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-13291 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/C418F02A-DFDE-4FF1-A91A-E11FADABA7B9-300x300.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/C418F02A-DFDE-4FF1-A91A-E11FADABA7B9-300x300.png 300w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/C418F02A-DFDE-4FF1-A91A-E11FADABA7B9-1024x1024.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/C418F02A-DFDE-4FF1-A91A-E11FADABA7B9-150x150.png 150w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/C418F02A-DFDE-4FF1-A91A-E11FADABA7B9-768x768.png 768w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/C418F02A-DFDE-4FF1-A91A-E11FADABA7B9-400x400.png 400w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/C418F02A-DFDE-4FF1-A91A-E11FADABA7B9.png 1080w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I never thought I would live past age 50. I\u2019ve had relentless, suicidal, psychotic depression since age 19. It plagued me. No matter how hard I tried to get rid of it, the depression just kept on dogging me.<\/p>\n<p>Many loving relationships. Two marriages. Four colleges. Japan. Hawaii. Hong Kong. France. England and eventually China.<\/p>\n<p>That damn depression would not let me be. Meds, for a myriad of reasons didn\u2019t work for me. One day I realized that I would have to LIVE with this depression in order to survive this depression.<\/p>\n<p>I created a plan in 1998 and have used it every day since to keep myself alive. It\u2019s hard work, but it works.<\/p>\n<p>A few minutes ago, a big, freaking bucket of depression dumped itself on my head. NOTHING is wrong. It is simply the chemicals in my brain.<\/p>\n<p>I have genetic depression. It\u2019s no different than diabetes. My brain doesn\u2019t work. It is wonky. It creates emotions and thoughts that feel real, but they are NOT.<\/p>\n<p>When it dumped on me a few minutes ago, I said,\u201dOh $&amp;! That feels awful!\u201d I cried a bit and reminded myself that I have bipolar and it has been VERY active during this pandemic. I will probably have a few suicidal thoughts later as this is the typical pattern.<\/p>\n<p>My depression is about 20% of what it used to be. I use the ideas in Take Charge and Get it Done and I found a med that works. Meds alone are not enough.<\/p>\n<p>The depression is terrible, but I have taught myself to FIGHT the unreal feelings and thoughts of this succubus illness.<\/p>\n<p>It takes a lot of my energy and so much fo my time, but I choose a life with a bucket of depression once in a while than a life where I was basically swimming in depression for 20 years.<\/p>\n<p>You can survive depression. We can do this.<\/p>\n<p>I have been here before and I will be here again. It is simply an illness.<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Julie<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-13291 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/C418F02A-DFDE-4FF1-A91A-E11FADABA7B9-300x300.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/C418F02A-DFDE-4FF1-A91A-E11FADABA7B9-300x300.png 300w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/C418F02A-DFDE-4FF1-A91A-E11FADABA7B9-1024x1024.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/C418F02A-DFDE-4FF1-A91A-E11FADABA7B9-150x150.png 150w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/C418F02A-DFDE-4FF1-A91A-E11FADABA7B9-768x768.png 768w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/C418F02A-DFDE-4FF1-A91A-E11FADABA7B9-400x400.png 400w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/C418F02A-DFDE-4FF1-A91A-E11FADABA7B9.png 1080w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I never thought I would live past age 50. I\u2019ve had relentless, suicidal, psychotic depression since age 19. It plagued me. No matter how hard I tried to get rid of it, the depression just kept on dogging me.<\/p>\n<p>Many loving relationships. Two marriages. Four colleges. Japan. Hawaii. Hong Kong. France. England and eventually China.<\/p>\n<p>That damn depression would not let me be. Meds, for a myriad of reasons didn\u2019t work for me. One day I realized that I would have to LIVE with this depression in order to survive this depression.<\/p>\n<p>I created a plan in 1998 and have used it every day since to keep myself alive. It\u2019s hard work, but it works.<\/p>\n<p>A few minutes ago, a big, freaking bucket of depression dumped itself on <a href=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/bipolar-depression-is-a-succubus\/\">[ Read More ]<\/a><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[],"tags":[94],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13290"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13290"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13290\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13292,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13290\/revisions\/13292"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13290"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13290"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13290"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}