Bipolar Support Group

O.K Just got to vent!!!

The last thing i want to hear is some Shiny happy person telling me to snap out of it! Or "you think you got it bad it bad" well no i might not have it bad than other people but you know , I'm not other people! My hell is my own. That’s all I’ve ever experienced and it sucks! But I’m not aloud to be upset, unhappy or stressed because children are starving in third world countries?

Oh and how about the ones that think they can cheer you up by telling you stupid little jokes and riddles, and comments, and they think they cured you? "Ah see i got you to laugh!" and really you're only laughing at how stupid they are, and you’re picturing in your mind about throwing them in front of a bus and having them screaming in agony as they're laying on the pavement looking at their limbs splattered all over the sidewalk across the street and as they're freaking out and screaming at you to call 911 but instead you tell them "what the hell are you doing! There’s children starving in the world get up, collect your guts and get the hell out of the road you're blocking traffic! Aw come on it cant be that bad... I told you the one about the nun and the priest and I got you to laugh"

o.k. so I may be a little morbid tonight, but don't you think... as far as common sense and compassion goes, we got it all right. And they’re the ones who need to be put on meds!

Haha...I agree. Our hell is our own regardless. And I hate to hear the dumb jokes when I am in the mood im in...it makes me wanna slap them for saying something so dumb

its one of the few things that sends me off into a rage when people do that "helpful" shit ...it's sad tho too, they don't know what to say to us

I love "It's all in your head". "Well, yes it is. It's a chemical inbalance in my brain. But I take medications that help. There is no cure but my medicine keeps me from killing stupid people....OFTEN!"

These people watch Dr. Phil and think they are experts.

I walk in your shoes my friends. But not the pumps, please.

I agree that hearing someone say just get over it, or my favorite: "This too shall pass" is about enough to tip me over the edge sometimes. I hold onto my temper, but it's not easy. It is the reason I tell few people about my bipolar. I don't need to hear it. At least my husband and a few very close friends get it and for that I am very grateful.

Thank you for making me feel like I'm not alone in my thoughts. The fact that people lost their homes due to an earthquake in Haiti is tragic, but it does not negate the fact that I suffer daily from my own problems. If I could just "snap out of it" I would have already done that. I have a lot more respect for someone who tells me that he doesn't know what to say to me than one who says, "I know how you feel" when it's clear that he doesn't have a clue what it feels like to be Bi-Polar. Shazzi, I don't think I'm going to be able to read your posts while I'm eating -- I was laughing so hard about your comment about the bus that I almost made chili come out my nose! (LOL)

The one I get all the time is "just stay positive!". OK, well then I won't be talking to you for a good few months this year

This post made my day!! I don't know how many people have told me the same thing or "pull yourself up by your bootstraps" When I'm suffering I don't really care about people who have it worse than me. It makes me mad b/c it's like totally discounting how I feel. Do they not know that if I could just pull myself up I would. Noone likes being depressed. I beat myself up enough-I do not need anyone to do it for me!!

OMG i thought i was the only one who felt that way!!!!!!

One of the worst things was that the earthquake hit as I was descending into a hellish pit of my own. But I wasn't allowed to feel whatever I felt because there was an earthquake far, far away from me. Look, I'll donate to help those who can and will go down and help, but **** it I am not going to pretend I'm peachy keen when I'm not. If I had a cast on my leg, or I was bleeding all over the place, I guess I might be allowed to take care of myself, but since it's my brain, I'm somehow supposed to have full control of that. This attitude kills me. Literally, sometimes. The invalidation and minimizing drive me crazy. I don't want a cast on my head, but sometimes I think that's the only way I'd get any sympathy. Heck, I had Bell's Palsy last month, and the "Oh, god, you poor thing" statements I got in response to what was largely superficial made me even madder. My depressions can be nearly deadly, and yet a little loss of muscle in my face brought out more sympathy than I'll ever get for "just a mood."