I went to a NAMI informational session today (National Alliance for the Mentally Ill). My plan is to volunteer with them because I really like what they do and I think I have some skills that dovetail nicely with things they have going on.
Most likely I will join the Speakers Bureau and give anti-stigma talks to different groups. It will take a while to get trained in, but I am not in a hurry (I keep reminding myself this).
The person I met with to talk about volunteer opportunities told me that he is living with bipolar.
The first speaker at our informational session was a father who lost his 33-year old son to bipolar disorder.
The second speaker was a woman who has been living with bipolar disorder for 40 years. She mentioned what I am coming to realize: that successfully managing bipolar does not mean living symptom free. But it does mean that she recognizes when she is starting to spiral off one way or another (or a friend or family member notices) and she can get back on track sooner.
Seemed like a message (in a quaker-y kind of a way).
I had a meeting at work and one of my co-workers (who totally rocks) stopped me as I was telling about all the cool new things I want to try with my class. "That sounds like a lot of new relationships to manage..."
I can't remember exactly what she said, but the gist of it was that I should take care that my mania doesn't start ruling the roost as I get excited about new stuff. She is smart. (Have I mentioned how much I love my coworkers? Seriously.)
Last night I did not get to sleep until 2 am.
Now I feel like a zombie.
I did get to take a nap in the morning from 9:30-10:30, which was nice.
But now I feel truly sapped.
Grateful Crap: dish washers
meds (70mg venlafaxine, 450mg bupropion, 200mg lamotrigine)
saw the sunshine (perhaps the six months of winter will be over soon?)
Quaker, teacher, parent,