I’m bipolar, too. I know people mean well, but many bipolar folks don’t think the same as others. In particular, they like to blame the victim. They tell you that you should just “snap out of it,” as if you want to be sick. As if staying sick is your choice.
It isn’t. We would “snap out of it” if we could. In a heartbeat! We are sick because there’s a problem in our brain chemistry and it is not something we can control by thought—at least, not easily. Thoughts can make a big difference, but they take a long time to work and often times, we don’t have that long.
I don’t tell you this to discourage you. I say this to acknowledge the reality. It really helps if you have support. I was able to recover because I had a wife who loves me and who made sure I did the things I needed to to get better. I have a job with good health insurance. I could see a psychiatrist and pay for it out of pocket and I could afford therapy for several years.
One thing that supported me that is free is a support group. I found one at dbsa.org. They are a national organization and can help you find support groups around the country in the US. Support groups often can help you find resources for jobs and insurance and health care. You may be eligible for disability benefits.
Anyway, to answer your question about victim mentality, let me tell you my experience. First off, I can tell that you don’t want to be a victim simply by asking this question. I can also tell you that you do not have the victim mentality, whatever that is. But your people who told you about it don’t know what they are talking about.
Yes, our own expectations about our future affect how we think and what we think we can accomplish. I’m actually going through a bit of a spot of trouble of my own right now and I am feeling like I can’t do what I need to do, which has to do with pleasing my son. I am in danger of beating myself up for this, so I better get it done.
But the thing is, we aren’t in control of this and it isn’t our fault. In fact, what helped me get better was giving in. Realizing I had no control. I couldn’t control my attitude. I couldn’t just will myself to be better. Why? Because I’m fucking depressed! My brain doesn’t work that way and when I try to make it work that way, I fail, and then I blame myself for failing, and then I get worse.
The instant I give up (and it has to be real giving up, not pretend giving up because I know this works), a huge burden is lifted from me. No longer do I have to be responsible for succeeding against my depression. I’m trying. I know I’m trying, but it’s a hopeless task. I can’t succeed. I have no choice but to be depressed.
And just like that, the depression has nothing to go on. It lightens. All along, it was feeding off of my attempts to fight it. By fighting it, I was making it stronger and deeper. In giving up my fight, it got no more nourishment. I could no longer fail. It was the failure, it seems that made me worse. By being unable to fight, I can’t fail, and when failure is off the table, I am fine as I am, and that helps me get better.
You are fine as you are. You don’t have to do what others tell you. Don’t fall into that trap. Let yourself be depressed. Be ok with being depressed. Depression doesn’t like that. But if you are truly ok with it, it will have nowhere to gain sustenance. You will accept yourself.
Self acceptance, even acceptance of a flawed, depressed self, is the basis for a more relaxed existence. It buys you time to start learning coping techniques. Things like meditation and exercise and volunteering and doing creative things. Things that can help you forget what you think about yourself and allow you to focus outside of yourself, doing things that serve others.
Serving others helps you get outside yourself and it helps you stop obsessing about yourself. It helps you avoid the mental fog that depression delivers due to altered brain chemistry. When you sneak around depression, you can often start finding yourself being the self you want to be. Just don’t think about it. Do it, but don’t think about it.
Depression loves to eat up our thoughts. It loves to send things around in never-ending spirals that circle down to death. Oddly, I have found, if I give into it, I might find myself outside of it. Depression jujitsu, I guess. Kind of nuts all by itself.
Good luck. Your hope is justified. But it takes work. Work you are capable of. I know you can give in to your depression—if that’s the route you choose to go. This doesn’t make sense to everyone. It doesn’t work for everyone. It’s just an option out there.