Fear of Falling, Part 2

propic11_1_1This post written by L.Leander, Writer of Fearless Fiction

You may wish to read Fear of Falling Part 1 before you read this because it is a continuation of that post.

We had planned a trip with friends to a town south of Guadalajara, MX and had already paid for bus tickets, etc. There was no way I wasn’t going, even after the concussion and my Doctor’s orders to take it easy. This was three weeks later. The bruising was faded and I’d have Ralph to help so I wasn’t too worried. Everything went well until the first night and I had some sort of seizure. My whole body stiffened and I shook uncontrollably. This happened a couple of times during the night but with God’s help and Ralph holding me close, I got through it. We had a nurse in our party and I checked

spasguywith her the next morning. She told me to take it easy that day, do a little shopping and come back to the hotel to rest. That’s what I did. The rest of the trip was fine and we had a great time seeing the sights of Guadalajara and did lots of shopping.

When we got back to Mazatlan I was alternately depressed and very anxious. Again, I went to my doctor and he prescribed a short dose of Xanax to sleep and a blood pressure medication because mine was very high and I’m prone to low. We were getting ready to go home to the US and moved to an apartment our friends owned right on the beach. The anxiousness and depression was getting worse and I finally went to the ER. I had wonderful doctors who spoke English and they admitted me overnight for tests. After a Cat Scan and an exam by Mazatlan’s top neurologist, I was found to be fine and went home. A couple of days later we left for the US, going through Mexico City, which wasn’t our normal route.

National Institute of Mental Health: http://www.nimh.nih.gov/index.shtml

The airport in Mexico City is one I’ll never forget. I cried for six hours straight while we waited for our next flight. I’d lost my Mexican Citizenship card and even though we looked through everything we couldn’t find it. Ralph had to watch my guitar and fiddle and the other carry-ons, while an attendant put me in a wheelchair and took me to the Office of Residency. I was told I couldn’t leave the country without the card cryingbeing stamped, so I cried some more. Finally, a kind gentleman behind the desk came over to tell me there was only one way I could leave. I’d have to give up my residency. He called for another wheelchair and I believe I was escorted through most of the airport until we came to the Aduana’s office. I explained my problem, they gave me a paper to sign, and then I had to go next door to get another signature. I brought it back, and then was told to go to the bank and pay $3000 pesos (about $30 US). Finally, I was reunited with Ralph just as our flight was ready to leave. I was exhausted and no longer a resident of Mexico, but on a tourist visa.

We got home safely, had some car issues but AAA took care of us. A couple of days later the shaking started again and I was angry and sad all at the same time. I began yelling at Ralph (who is so calm and collected he never said one mean word while I railed and ranted) and we headed to the hospital again, just in case there was something the hospital in Mexico hadn’t caught. The ER doc told me I was tired  from the trip and worried about the concussion when I shouldn’t be. He sent me home. I made an appointment madwith my doctor but she wasn’t available, so I saw a Nurse Practitioner. He was very thorough and said I had high blood pressure, which could be controlled. He gave me a very low dose of meds and a low dose of Xanax to help me seep. At this point I wasn’t getting any sleep at night.

Bipolar Symptoms and Treatment:  http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/publications/bipolar-disorder-in-adults/index.shtml  

I finally saw my regular doc and she prescribed Zoloft to help with the depression. I continued to live in misery. One day after I had been particularly angry, something inside me knew there was a problem that the docs couldn’t find. Maybe I’d benefit from talking about it. I called and set up an appointment with a therapist as a last resort. With trepidation I walked into that first meeting not knowing if I’d done the pillsright thing. It turned out I had. I saw the person I credit for saving me from more of the terror I had been living through. The first time I went I couldn’t stop talking and crying. I told her how angry I was and all of the other symptoms. The next week when I came for my second appointment she put on some soft music, held my hands and looked into my eyes. “I’m quite sure you have Bipolar Disorder,” she said. I need to have you meet with a Psychiatrist to be sure. Then we’ll develop a plan that’s right for you.

All these thoughts ran through my mind. “I’m not crazy, what is she talking about? I’m 64 years old. You don’t just develop Bipolar Disease this late in life, do you?” The therapist told me I wasn’t crazy but had a treatable disease and once she had the information from the Psychiatrist we would continue our treatment. I made the appointment that day.

The day of the psychiatrist appointment came and I was nervous, but it turned out I didn’t need to be. I saw a woman psychiatrist in my health network and she is just as calm and kind as my therapist. She listened to me and read the therapist’s notes, agreeing with her that I had Bipolar Disorder. I felt like I’d been hit by a ton of bricks. I begged not to be put on Lithium because I’d heard horror stories about it (a lot I knew!). She started me on an anti-seizure medication that works for Bipolar as well, and a low dose of Xanax to sleep. I was already taking the Zoloft my primary doctor had prescribed.

I was so sad. I didn’t want anyone to know I had a Mental Disorder because I thought they’d think I was crazy, less of a person. I felt worthless,like I was barely hanging on.  I couldn’t write, play my music or sew, activities that I’d always hangingonenjoyed. Instead I read a book a day and worked on 1,000-Piece Jigsaw Puzzles, things that gave me peace. I did reach out to two people I knew wouldn’t judge me and would pray that I could accept my diagnosis and follow the regimen I was prescribed. One is a close friend from Mexico and the other was Cherley. Both have held my hand when I thought I couldn’t make it, prayed for me, and assured me that everything would settle down and I’d be all right. I clung to their words and I know how the power of prayer works, so I relaxed a little. Cherley kept in close touch with me, making sure everything was ok and offering her help in any way she could. (I offered to leave WW&W but she told me I had things to write about that people wanted to hear). I cut down to one post a month, temporarily, until I feel less pressure. My other friend, Shilo, and her husband came out of their way for a visit on their way home from Mexico to Canada. It was so special to know I had friends I could count on. Of course, I told my family first. Their reaction? “So what? It’s a treatable disease and you’re our sister, you know how much we love you.” My daughter already knew and was also a source of support but she was going through medical issues of her own at the time.

happy-sun_1After I got over the shock I realized I was happy. There was a name for what was wrong with me. But I wouldn’t tell anyone. I’d just keep quiet about it for now. I began taking the drugs my Psychiatrist prescribed and slowly the panic attacks and depression began to level out. I continued weekly therapy with  my therapist and a visit every six weeks to the psychiatrist for med checks and to see how I was doing. Through my therapy I realized I had been Bipolar since around the age of 17. I could pinpoint exactly when the panic attacks started, as well as the depression. How I ever got through it all until I was 64 shows my strength, or so my therapist told me. I suffered a lot of abuse and through it all I remained strong, being the main breadwinner for my family and a good mother to my children. Through it all I suffered extreme panic attacks and debilitating depressions and I had a deep feeling of unworthiness. I accepted it as part of my life, so never sought help.

Patients like Me: www.patientslikeme.com

So what do I do now? I have been seeing the same therapist and psychiatrist since this whole fiasco started, in April of 2013. The meds prescribed have had to be adjusted a bit but they have settled both the highs and lows and I sleep well. Most of my life I was a 4-hour a night sleeper. It feels good to get 6 or 7.sleepingpig My therapist and I developed a plan for me that includes meditation morning and night, and walking every day. She stressed upon me that people with this disorder need to feel safe and that a repeating certain things every day helped with that. I had never meditated before but love it now.  I go to bed at the same time every night and have the same sequence of events to get ready for sleep.  I meditate, take my meds, do a crossword puzzle and read.  All have helped.

The anger rarely shows its evil head any more, I’ve calmed down a lot, and even though depression tries to find a way in I have a plan to head it off before it gets too much to handle. I have a contract with my therapist regarding suicide (which I have never contemplated) and a list of what to do if I’m feeling out of control. She even gave me her personal phone number in case I had to call.  My therapy sessions are down to every two weeks now and my psychiatrist sessions down to every two months.

I took a pro-active stance when I found out my diagnosis. I read just about all I could find on Bipolar Disorder, its symptoms, what sends it out of control and the many great achievers who have had or do have the disease. I’m in good company, I think.

I have a great network of people who care for me. My husband deserves the most credit. He went with me to a few therapy sessions, where he learned to recognize signs of a breakdown in my routine. When I get loud or hyperactive he just puts his hand out and lowers it (meaning, you’re getting out of control). When I’m depressed he lets me cry on his shoulder and tells me everything will be fine and that he loves me very much.ralph

In the last year and a half I’ve learned a lot about myself. I am so much calmer than I have ever been. I can leave the bed unmade or the dishes undone and sit on the deck bird-watching with Ralph. I don’t make spur of the moment, rash decisions. I think about the pros and cons before I decide what the answer is. I’m not angry any more, instead, I’ve embraced the fact that I have Bipolar Disease. It doesn’t define me; it’s a disease I have that is treatable, as long as I follow doctor’s orders. I will never quit taking my meds because I never want to go through another episode like the one I had in Mexico. I am thankful for the concussion, because without it I would never have sought help. I was sure there was something wrong because of the concussion and that’s why I was so agitated and depressed.

loveisThroughout my entire life God has had to knock me on the head to get my attention. This time He did that literally and I couldn’t be happier. Life is sweet because I am learning to accept that people love me. I have learned that the abuse I suffered was wrong and that I am a good and talented person, not a nobody who can barely cook a meal or keep a man happy. That’s all a part of my past, not my future. With my therapist’s help we have addressed the issues that have haunted me for years and I feel a great weight lifted off my shoulders. I feel good!

My Psychiatrist has gone to great lengths to balance my medications so they work for me. She took me up slowly and the meds I’m on now seem to be working. They include an anti-seizure medication, an anti-depressant, and something for sleep. That, along with my therapy sessions has helped me stabilize. My hope is that others will read this and go for help earlier than I did. I have known something was wrong for a long time but I hid it and tried to ignore it. It never went away but I knew it was there, bipwaiting to pounce. What a relief to know that if that happens now I know what to do to get control before either the mania or the depression takes over. I no longer have the Fear of Falling into a deep void from which I’ll never return. I’ve quit worrying about what might happen and instead enjoy every day. When I start to become tense and loud my fabulous husband catches it right away and with the secret signal I realize I’m getting out of hand. When I’m sad I take a day off and do something I like to cheer me up. And, I’m learning not to be ashamed of the disease, but to embrace it. It doesn’t define me, but it’s part of who I am, part of my creativity and personality.

It’s been about a year and a half since I began my medication and therapy for Bipolar Disease. I’ve written nothing, not promoted or marketed my books, and rarely kept in touch with other authors. I just didn’t have the energy. It’s something I’ll have to work on soon. Up until now I’ve only wanted to stay in my own home, go out little, and try to sort through my life and what I do next.

If you’d like to learn more about Bipolar Disease here are some links. I guarantee that you’ll be surprised. I was. My husband has Diabetes. I have Bipolar Disease. Both are treatable, but with you for life. It doesn’t matter to me now. But it’s taken this year and a half to admit to the world that I have Bipolar Disorder. Guess I’m joining the ranks of the artistic and talented. I just read that Demi LaVato is speaking out about Bipolar Disease, with which she was diagnosed recently. Beethoven was thought to be Bipolar. Katherine-Zeta-Jones has Bipolar II. Patty Duke, Mel Gibson, Marilyn Monroe,Edgar Allen Poe, Richard Dreyfuss, and Patricia Cornwall are just a few of people I share my disorder with. Here’s a link to a list of other very creative who are Bipolar. If they can admit it, so can I! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_people_with_bipolar_disorder

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Have you ever had something nagging at you that you ignored?  Was it ever resolved?  If so, you can identify with this post, I think.  There.  I’m officially out.  Now everyone knows.

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20 thoughts on “Fear of Falling, Part 2

  1. You are all such wonderful friends and colleagues that I knew “coming out” here would help me get over my fear of having a mental illness. Actually, my life hasn’t changed all that much. With the meds I’m taking and a caring therapist and psychiatrist, they have made the journey bearable. I’m getting there, but there are still some issues I’m working on through therapy. I appreciate your comment about being an inspiration – I don’t think I’ve ever felt like I was an inspiration to anyone until now. Thank you for the kind words!


  2. Linda, I admire you and I’m still praying for you. You did face everything straight on. Husbands are great, but sometimes you need another woman’s support. I’m honored that you turned to me for prayer and support, I’ve never breathed it to another person, just you, me, and God–until now, of course. I’m glad you have meds to help you. I take a mild med too. Lexapro, it takes the edge off hard situations. My daughter says I’m ADHD, but that’s probably what pushes me. Thanks for sharing and you do have things to say that no one else could say them in the way you do. I love you and care about what happens to you and the rest of my friends online and in person. I hope someday we’ll meet. Great photos for this blog. Cher’ley


    1. Cherley, without your prayers and checking in on me and my other friend’s notes to me I would have had a much harder time being where I am today. I knew neither of you would breathe a word to anyone until I was ready and it was so important to have friends I could trust like that and talk to. I still have a way to go, in fact, in my therapy session this week, we talked about the manic episode I had last week. I didn’t even know I was! It’s funny so I can tell it now, but I kept seeing sales on food items and thought it’d be a great deal to get them and put them away for this winter. However, every store I went to had another sale, and before I realized it, I had used money intended for bill paying. When I realized it I went straight to my husband and he told me not to worry. My therapist says I probably won’t realize when I am in that state, because it gives you a sense of false energy, thinking, and being creative. Not like depression, which I know right away. So, I still have far to go, but I’ve faced it and I’m better for it. I do not intend to let it get in my way, but to embrace it for whatever God intends.


  3. LInda,
    I am so happy you were able to find out and get the help you needed. We are not perfect, to think that only adds to the heartache when we think that. It takes courage to admit that to others, but in reality it makes you even more special. Also, just knowing what is going on is a huge relief in itself. Know you are loved and cherished for who you are ‘warts and all’.

    On a side note, I’ve worked with many kids who had mental health issues and some understood and came out the other end better. Others fought it and suffered as a result.



  4. My biggest relief throughout this transition is that there was a name for what I’ve been feeling for over forty years. I thought I was pretty normal, but even so, I knew I held a secret that I didn’t even know about. It started at 17 and I vividly remember the terror and shakiness that started this whole thing. I was by myself, had no problems – it just happened. I ignored it. Than, through an abusive marriage I had many depressions, panic attacks and manic episodes. I didn’t know what any of it meant. I did let my doctor know about it and have been put on Zoloft before. However, my psychiatrist has since told me that a doctor heals the body and think meds. A psychiatrist heals the psyche through therapy and the appropriate medications. I’m glad you cherish my “warts”. I always thought they made me a little different! lol


  5. You noted that you hadn’t written in a long time. Actually you have, you wrote this blog and quite well I might add. You not only shared your experience but you educated those of us that knew nothing about this disease. Thank you for sharing. You have a great outlook that many people who aren’t bipolar don’t have and could use. I look forward to reading more from you when your creative juices ferment a bit like a fine wine.


    1. Thank you S.J. I’ve remained faithful in writing two posts a month on this blog until a couple of months ago. But nothing more. I haven’t felt “inspired” to work on the third book in my series and I’m hoping that changes soon. I’ve done no marketing or promoting and my sales show the lack of attention. It’s hard to describe, but for much of this time I’ve been accepting my diagnosis and learning to live with Bipolar Disorder, but have become ambivalent to almost everything else. It’s hard to get out of the lethargy and back into doing what I do best. I’m on the way though. I’ll never give up!


  6. Scary time for you, Linda. Writing these blog posts show tremendous courage as you “come out” to people about your disorder. Helping others who might have similar symptoms while helping yourself as well. 🙂


    1. Thanks Mike. I didn’t really think of it in the way most of you are taking it and it makes me extremely happy to know I might help someone else deal with Bipolar Disorder, whether they are diagnosed early, or late in life, like me. When I wrote these two posts I wanted to do it on a platform that would understand me and where else but here, where I have such encouraging friends? I did it because I needed to start somewhere and speak out about what’s really been wrong these past couple of years. I’m a firm believer in looking ahead to the future, gathering as much information about a subject as I can, and learning to adjust. I’ve been hiding the way I feel (and the abuse) for a very long time and it’s cathartic to get it out and done with. Now I can go on!


  7. Linda- I’m so glad you’re feelling better about the balance in your life now- the drug therapy and all of the others. I hope the writing of this post was cathartic and that you’re able to get on with new Inzareds. Stay well. 🙂


  8. Thank you Nancy. I’ll have to tell you a little tale. Just when I’ve been thinking everything is on an even keel and I’m feeling better, I experienced a manic attack and didn’t even know it! I went to the grocery store and they were having such fantastic sales that I bought ahead for the winter, which might be a good thing, but I continued all weekend long, until I had used up money meant for a bill. Then I became depressed because I had done that, even though I didn’t even realize I did it! I told my therapist about it and she said there’s really no way to head off the manic attacks or the depression, but that I have to stay on my routine or run the risk of encountering more of them. We looked back at the past two weeks and could see exactly what happened. I was totally off my routine, not meditating, not exercising, not going to bed at the same time every night. Then I get jittery, fly off the handle easily, flitter from task to task and am always tired because I don’t get enough sleep. I have to continue to remind myself every day that it’s my part to follow the routine and the drugs will do the rest. Lesson learned!


  9. Linda, thank you for sharing your story with us. I’m so glad you are feeling better now and have a name and treatment plan for something that has haunted you for years. And I’m glad you no longer feel you have to keep it a secret. We are all who we are–and only you can be you. Thanks for sharing you with us! 🙂


    1. Thanks for the comments Stephanie. It was time I told my story, but it wasn’t an easy journey. Now that the secret’s out, though, it makes life easier because I don’t feel like I have to hide anything. Instead, I embrace my disorder and know that if I let it, it will make me stronger. I feel blessed!


  10. What a brave and amazing post. I love you, Linda, and always will. You are amazing and your journey is ongoing but at least you know what path will take you where you want to go. I can only imagine how hard this has been and I regret not reading this post sooner. Take care, my friend, and know you are loved for exactly who you are.


    1. Erin, your comment means a lot to me. I am so blessed to be part of this group and it’s really helped me through this experience. Knowing I am treasured by the friends here means more than I can say. Thank you for being here for me and giving me courage to face this.


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