Hello Hello HELLO!!! It has been a very long time, hey? Sorry for my absense. This month has been a rough one. In a journal entry I wrote to Shane, I described this month as being very much the month of love. Not the gooey, lovey, dovey, and easy love. No, it has been the patient, enduring, challening, kind, and difficult love. Love is as equaly an euphoric and hightened emotion, as it is a choice. I made that choice this month, day in and day out, despite the darkest darkness I have encountered in a very long time.
My dear love battles with Manic Depression, or maybe better known as Bi-Polar disorder. At the begining of this month, I experienced a side of Shane that I have never seen before. He has had pretty sever bouts of depression during our entire relationship. During his lowest lows, my loving friends, {more like second parents} Beckie, Aaron, and I reminded Shane that what he was experiencing wasn't "normal". We encouraged him to seek medical advice, and ulitimately begin treatment with medication. He did. A few months into our relationship, he began treatment on a couple of different drugs, and he seemed to be improving.
Until, February rolled around...
Mania.
I look back and laugh when I remember a conversation Shane and I had about this disorder.
Shane: If you had to, which would you choose? Would you choose for me to have the depression side or the mania?
Me: Mania of course! I can handle the mania side! It's kind of fun.
NO... oh no no no Heather....
Truthfully? I had NO FREAKING CLUE what I was talking about!
I had never experienced someone in a manic state before. At least not that I knew of at the time. As soon as Shane told me that he had Manic Depressive disorder, I researched my brains out. That's just the kind of person I am. I am very thankful for that, because I do not think I would have caught or understood what was happening in Shane's brain if I had not educated myself.
I began noticing signs as early as the 1st of February. Little oddly-shapped pieces of the puzzle were coming together slowly, but it wasn't until a week later that I sounded the alarm.
It moves me to tears to see how many people rallied around Shane, and how quickly everyone sprang into action. His brother Shawn, and sister-in-law Ginny, were truly my life savers during this process. They had experienced Shane in his first manic episode, and really helped support us during this process. This man is well loved. No joke, there we're at least 15 people all playing a part in getting Shane through this. Each had a different roll, big and small, and I was their ring leader. I stepped into the position with such grace. SUCH a grace was put on my life for this time.
My strenghts kicked in full gear. I basically organized, and ran Shane's life while he was "high". Everyone would run questions by me before doing anything.
51/50s, four emergency room visits, doctors, physicatrists, state disability, psycotic behavior, 24- hour supervision, psycologists, and medication after medicaton after medication became a big part of my reality that month. I used to be very fearful of mental illness. HA!
It took nearly a month, but with the help of Shane's support team {and a two-week stay at a mental hospital two hours away- rough!} he was finally able to stabilize and come back to reality.
He is doing fantastically well now! I paved a road to complete success, for him to take when he was no longer on a high. He jumped right on, and has been running towards healing from the moment he stepped out of that hospital. Shane has really taken ownership of this disorder. I really am proud. It has made me nervous to let go, even when he is looking me straight in the eyes and telling me to. I have never been good at letting go anyways. I trust him though. His actions have spoken volumes.
Now let me get real about something.
If you have never encountered someone in a manic state- FACE TO FACE- with full knowledge they are manic, then you HAVE NO CLUE what you are talking about. No text book, no amount of time listening to detailed stories, nothing else will ever {EVER} prepare you for someone in a mania. And, if you "jokingly" throw around the term bi- polar, then you should really stop. No one who has been with someone with manic depression would think that is funny. Quite frankly, you just look like an ass...
The sad truth is, mental illness is scarily misunderstood. I've been warned by numerous people, including the psyciatrist, that police officers will just shoot someone in a mania, because
1. they are trying to pull a power trip {I've seen this} or
2. they do not know what the hell is going on, and this manic person is very angry and agressive.
Many times, people mistake the episode to be drug related. Sometimes it is. In Shane's case, it was most definitely not, and he has five blood tests to prove it. One officer I spoke to at the hospital said that a manic episode is nearly idential to someone on methamphetamine.
People in a mania are {can be...-everyone is so different} ill-logical, unpredictable, wired, intense, agitated, sometimes funny, outrageous, nasty, mean, impatient, sexually charged, unstable, and not themselves. We hid Shane's wallet, all of his money, his motorcycle keys, and did everything we could to create a buffer between him and terrible decisions he would be bound to make.
This month was rough, heart-breaking, testing, painful, extremely painful, agonizing, and over-whelming. We go through the storm, and now were on the road to balance, recovery, and healing.
p.s. I am SO glad that I have experienced both extremes of this disorder **BEFORE** I married him. This experience will only serve to solidify which ever choice I make regarding marriage.
If you're interested {I hope you are} you can find more information on Manic Depression
HERE
MUCH LOVE!!!