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Bipolar fixations can be an addiction much like the Internet.

The Internet is a time waster and it robs you of your precious life. I ought to know. Over the past years I allowed the Internet to suck me into its vortex and consume me like piranha. Before the day was out—6 if not 10 hours were Internet-ted away. Pathetic to let something so inhumane take so much.

Now the Internet does have much to offer….for research, social connectivity, entertainment. But it is becoming the primary TV of today with commercials, pop-ups, come-ons to nowhere, and just plain junk.

I made the break when my new satellite ISP was worse than dial up. I unplugged and for lack of a better provider I experimented doing without.

Many businesses, libraries, and coffee shops have Wifi. Once or twice a week I go patronize these places. Primarily to catch up on email and whatever else. My sites I need to visit are already noted so my online time is well utilized.

The result of this transition is an eye opener. I spend only 2+ hours online maybe 2 times/week. A lot more gets done because time is precious. Letters and such are prepared at home and sent out later when online. Less distracting this way.

The nature of the Internet is addicting. Therefore Bipolar folks be cautious. Take heed to be ultra focused getting lost in time.

Yes, the Internet has its time and place, but its place is NOW outside my home.

Bipolar teaches one to be ….

Flexible because bipolar behaviors are mercurial at best;

Empathic to others, their plights and flights of fancy, uncontrolled;

Patient with outcomes, primarily balancing out your meds;

Tolerance for an uncooperative body and an erratic mind;

Diversity of the human heart, mind, and spirit;

How to overcome [what seems to be] insurmountable obstacles;

A wise old sage > a Shaman of hard won wisdom;

In the last months 2 friends admitted to me that they want out. As in contemplating and acting on suicide.

One in particular is a long time friend. He is older middle age. Has a loving doting family. No financial worries. His world in my eyes is easy.

Yet for awhile he has wrestled with depression and under doctor’s care he has been medicated. A bit ago he downed a number of pills in hopes to sleep away this world. But the dosage was not adequate and left him in rehab. Embarrassed and perplexed he is piecing together some meaning for his life again. Nothing makes sense.

As he admitted if he really wanted to do IT, he would have done so. This was a cry for help. Now people who know me and my background have no problem talking with me. So I ponder the ‘reasons’ around suicide once visited again.

Depression is nasty and plays hell on one’s psyche. Again, it appears the biggest factor is having NO hope; not wanting to have hope; or thinking there is no hope for things to get better. Hope is not an ingredient that can be home brewed instantaneously. Hope is intrinsically inside of who you are, or it is not. And, if this is a true statement then saying folks who are generally hopeless and who are contemplating suicide, probably will succeed.

Many bipolar folks have learned to cope without the use of expensive Psychiatrist and Doctors. Why? No money. No Insurance. Fear. Embarrassment. Inadequate referrals. Bad experiences. The list goes on.

Of course medications are only granted via the medical system. This is where low cost family clinics come in. Many have limited capacity for treatment. It’s not that the meds are not available; it is that the expertise may not support the ranges of treatments. So referral to a Psychiatrist may be in order.

After you have exhausted local clinics, emergency rooms, and have decided perhaps, a private Psychiatrist may be your best best.

While it is nice to self medicate, in the world of bipolar you cannot. Do research for a referral and make choices that serve in the interest of your own values and wellness.

The aforementioned are a few of the issues of why treatment for psychiatric patients can be so difficult. By recognizing treatment complexities you will be able to make informed decisions as you journey for health care that works for you.

Having bipolar and living alone can be challenging.

With the exception of my dog and 2 horses, this is the first time I have lived alone. Divorce changes your living status like that.

Yet, for me this transition has been positive. Also, I have lived with my bipolar for over 20 years. The advantage is that I know my body signs of ‘healthy’ vs. ‘not so’. Fortunately regulating myself is quite easy.

But I wonder about those who live alone with their bipolar. Those that have no one to help regulate their awareness and lend a hand for doctor trips and medication refills and to help monitor outward signs of conduct unbecoming. If someone is new to the world of [their] bipolar it can take years to stabilize and know your body talk.

If living alone, do get help. Join support groups. Read books, literature, and the Internet. Mostly, be on board with your local caregivers.

Remember this: If you have bipolar YOU alone are responsible for your well being. Be accountable for your life and choices you make. With the right resources, bipolar is doable, and can improve the quality of your life. Why? Because of its endowments such as > creativity, intelligence, imaginative contributions, plus many more.

Invite a Dog into your life and you will get routine. Qualities of steady, happy, consistency and other such ordinary, even unremarkable characteristics will be hallmarks to live by: a good example.

Introducing a dog’s life is perfect to take the sway out of the pendulum of a bipolar mood-swinging existence. Dog’s do not demand much besides food, water, and a pat on the head. In return they give back unconditional acceptance and a slap happy grin from nose to tail.

Animals are natural healers. They help combat depression because of their own stability. They ask for minimal care which helps elevate us out of our own discontentment. Just look into the eyes of your canine, or cat, or favorite reptile and know they are not judging you back. They just are, peacefully, where they are at, without expectation. Isn’t that a nice place to be?

Hey caregivers and takers: Adopt a dog or cat for sanity. But PLEASE adopt it for its LIFETIME. That is the least you can do to give back to a partner that will give so much to you.

For once I wish my brain would find contentment to the likes of calm water. It would be a novelty to have nothing in my thinking cap.

My ups and downs are containable. My engaged brain is not. People always marveled at how much I have accomplished—at how much I’ve learned—and done in my lifetime. Now I look and see what they mean, for many have maintained mundane….which is a good thing.

My over achieving mind, I’m sure, is influenced by bipolar genes. This brain of mine is addicting to doing something—anything, and if nothing else other than to scheme up another ingenious business plan. It never quits. It is tiresome.

There are hours where I can quell this overly busybody brain. They include….

—Doing physical exercise

—Submerging mentally into a project

—Becoming engaged in a group activity

—Sleeping

I don’t know if any of these help you, but Readers please share in our comments below for what helps YOU.

Signs of Hypo Mania…..

On the verge of…..an edge of both brilliance and defeat.

Good-even great ideas but deployment is to burdensome.

The fray of indecision who cast double doubt in doing.

Neither here nor there, but is everywhere in mind and thought.

Sitting the fence of partial stability and one that has collapsed.

Energy soars only in the bios of the brain, not with body functioning.

Intentions are fragmented, purpose is suspended.

Living the edge of sanity gone lost.

Bring me back, bring me back before I melt away again.

Find my center solace . Rebalance my brain.

Bipolar fixations can be an addiction much like the Internet.

The Internet is a time waster and it robs you of your precious life. I ought to know. Over the past years I allowed the Internet to suck me into its vortex and consume me like piranha. Before the day was out—6 if not 10 hours were Internet-ted away. Pathetic to let something so inhumane take so much.

Now the Internet does have much to offer….for research, social connectivity, entertainment. But it is becoming the primary TV of today with commercials, pop-ups, come ons to nowhere, and just plain junk.

I made the break when my new satellite ISP was worse than dial up. I unplugged and for lack of a better provider I experimented doing without.

Many businesses, libraries, and coffee shops have wifi. Once or twice a week I go patronize these places. Primarily to catch up on email and whatever else. My sites I need to visit are already noted so my online time is well utilized.

The result of this transition is an eye opener. I spend only 2+ hours online maybe 2 times/week. A lot more gets done because time is precious. Letters and such are prepared at home and sent out later when online. Less distracting this way.

The nature of the Internet is addicting. Therefore Bipolar folks be cautious. Take heed to be ultra focused getting lost in time.

Yes, the Internet has its time and place, but its place is NOW outside my home.