Since yesterday, I slept most of the day, ate my body weight in sugar, and was with my children. With them I try my best to pretend I’m ok, and to keep the tears at bay. You might ask why I don’t show my children the truth or be real with them. The answer to this is that they have been through and have seen enough. They have carried me enough, seen too many tears, and I don’t want to be that for them. They deserve a Mom that tries even when she really, really, really doesn’t want to. And believe it or not, I find that there’s nothing more refreshing than a quick cry in the closet. Am I a traitor?Should I show them my wet weepyness? AGAIN.
Before now… (now being the most recent past, current and imminent future), I did not understand my moods / cycles and basically handled my diagnosis and it’s er, amazeball symptoms by climbing in a dinghy and “surfing” the ups and downs of a tsunami sized tidal wave. And because they live with me, my children were in the dinghy too and let’s just say we all DID NOT enjoy the ride which lasted for a way too long time. So it’s not that I lie to them… But more that I go to the ends of the earth even when I feel awful to avoid making them feel like we’re going surfing again. They deserve better. They deserve “quiet”. And because they are well versed in caring for others (i.e. me), empathy and compassion, perhaps its time for them to do them.
One of the signs that this is happening is that they are cheeky with me (there are other signs too) which confirms that they’ve managed to throw their sea legs away, and for the most part this makes me happy. They deserve this and so, so, so much more I pray and hope for each day. The part that doesn’t make me happy is that I am at sea. Whilst I was asleep something pushed my dinghy from the bay and I am in awfully painful turbulent water. If I’m honest, I no longer want to row back, but instead sit quietly as too much water covers my mind, heart and body. I am tired of fighting back. And as any diagnosis dinghy rider worth their sea salt will tell you, because you are so insignificant relative to the depression tsunami, sometimes it’s best to lay back, and hope for the best. Right now, that’s all I can do. What would you do? Be part of those who support us as opposed to those who don’t. I am 4 M’s Bipolar Mom.