Today the Canadian Military Was On Exercise In An Edmonton Park
One of the things about having a mental illness is that you often end up with a lot of time on your hands and very little to do with it all. I can recall periods where literally for years I would do very little if anything that was at all meaningful. At the time this can feel comforting, but I want to warn people that time can pass by quickly and with it a lot of opportunities. One thing that I feel kind of strongly about is that a person who has Bipolar and is properly managing their condition, really should have a volunteer job or a regular job, even if just part-time to fill up their days. This can make such a huge difference in life, starting with the extra few bucks it brings in to simply getting out and meeting people and interacting with them. One of the reasons I feel so strongly about this is because there were periods in my life when for long stretches I stayed at home, watching TV, smoking cigarettes, and when you couple the isolation with depression, you get so bad off sometimes you actually want to be back in a hospital.
I can think back to many occasions when I thought I desperately needed someone or something to ‘fix’ me when in fact I was being non-compliant with meds or treatment suggestions. I had a pretty good Doctor at one point and he had set things up so I could get into a group home and take some life skills classes, he had even set me up with a Psychologist, but perhaps partially out of fear and partially out of laziness, I didn’t take these opportunities and he made the decision that he would no longer see me. This felt hurtful, and I was very bitter about this but I didn’t take the bitterness and try to make things better, I took it and decided to hurt myself because of it. One of the main things I did was stop seeing any Psychiatrist, which didn’t seem to hurt at first, but over time my condition eroded to the point where I was very sick, very delusional.
These days, things are a lot different I like to think. One of the big things of course is I have my writing, including this blog, to give me something to do, give me a bit of purpose and meaning in my life. The other thing is that I have decided that the side effects of my medications are not bad enough that I will face getting sick again and go off them. The third thing is that I am now in a group home where I get a little bit of structure and interaction with others. There is also my Dad, who is getting on in years, but is still a great source of inspiration. Now my days are filled with things to do and places to go.
The way that I know I need to keep myself active, see my Doctor and live in a group home is simply by how my dreams go for me. I often have these vivid nightmares where I imagine I am in my teen years again but in the dream I come to the realization that I am 43 and have barely accomplished what a lot of 30 year old people have done. This really scares me sometimes because though I know getting older can’t be helped, I have for some reason always feared wasting my life away. Going back all the way to my elementary school and junior high days, I think of how much time I spent watching Television that was 95% a waste of time and not even exercising or reading or anything. I could never tell what might have come about especially since my younger years were severely disrupted by my illness, but I know that if I had found a sport I could enjoy or read books of a higher level than comics, I would have been far ahead of those I grew up with, while now having not done those things nearly as much as I could, I haven’t even finished high school and likely never will.
It isn’t a total loss of course, but a good example is my writing. For years I wrote and didn’t know anything about getting books published. For years I published books without knowing how to market them, and if I had worked a little harder and focused on what I wanted to do in a more realistic fashion at a more realistic age, I would have been so much further ahead.
I am hoping that these words can somehow shed some light on the importance of filling up your days, of trying to sit down and take a clear look at what you want to accomplish. Setting goals is extremely important. If one doesn’t set goals, you simply wander aimlessly until hopefully at some unspecified point you somehow, possibly get somewhere. A goal makes you aim and fire and hit a target rather than just shooting blindly. Set your goals, and work towards them. And as time passes, re-evaluate your goals and check to see how you are doing with them. It really can save your life. All the best, dear readers!