You guys have a lot of interesting ideas. Thanks!
@stratman37 Yup. I’m a drama queen. Sayonara!
@stardust I’ve never cut, but since I’ve experienced that incredible pain of depression, cutting has made sense to me. I would rather feel any other pain besides depression, and a physical pain fits the bill. I haven’t cut, but I have scratched myself until I was bleeding just to find a focus that isn’t pain.
@blueiiznh I think the bipolar connection makes a lot of sense, too. In my support group, a lot of people resonate to this idea.
It could play out in a number of ways, I think. One, for me, is that I feel like happiness will always end, and that it is better to end it of my own choice rather than to wait for to end when I’m not expecting it. So, the first excuse that comes along, I’m on it like a fly on shit. I’ll drive myself down, and then, since I know I’m entirely responsible for this pain, I have to punish myself for choosing the pain. It’s like cutting. This is so bad that maybe making it worse will make it not as intolerable. I’m sure that sounds crazy. What can I say?
The other thing is that it seems that, even when well, there seems to be a need for drama/intensity among bipolar folk. We can’t let things go along evenly for any particularly long period of time. We need intensity, I think. A good way to create intensity is to get in trouble—maybe doing something hedonistic. Then you get caught doing this thing and since you know you did it deliberately, any punishment meted out can’t be good enough, and so you sabotage things further in an effort to punish yourself.
Of course, knowing what you are doing, and knowing you are choosing it even if you don’t want to choose it (meaning you must want it), is an incredibly elegant way to tie yourself up into psychological Gordian knots. This responsibility for your own pain excuses anyone from helping you, so if they try, you have ample reason to try to drive them away—for their own good. I guess not everyone can be a @stratman37.
Letting someone care for or about you is forbidden. After all, if you’ve done it to yourself, no one owes you anything. Eventually, you’ve destroyed every relationship and possibility, and so, alone, you can give yourself the satisfaction of think about suicide. And it weird because you can do it over and over because you can agree with everyone that you are a waste of carbon, and punish yourself and refuse help over and over and over. Maybe one day you’ll dance too close to the sun, and get in too deep, and finally succeed at relieving the world from your company.
Exciting stuff! Makes it almost feel like you matter.