So This is Normal?

Confusion in her eyes that says it all.
She’s lost control.
And she’s clinging to the nearest passer by,
She’s lost control.
And she gave away the secrets of her past,
And said I’ve lost control again,
And of a voice that told her when and where to act,
She said I’ve lost control again.
RIP to Songwriter Ian Curtis (1956-1980), Joy Division

So this is what normal feels like? Don’t know because I’ve never been normal. But if this what it feels like, I think I can get used to it. Maybe even grow to love it. I’m sitting here on the patio and the raging out of control thoughts are …just not …there. Where did they go? Are they gone or do these bipolar meds give me a volume control? If this is case then it is fabulous, I love it.

It also feels like if I somehow stood in the great hall of my brain and shouted hello, I would hear echoes. HELLO, hello, helloooo. But I don’t feel empty at all. I just feel …peaceful. Yeah that’s it.

I still hear all the sounds that were driving me absolutely climbing the walls crazy just a few days ago. Bird cawing, traffic in the distance, hubman blinking, a neighbor banging around her garbage cans, a barking dog, leaf blowers, the sprinklers.

The sprinklers are the best of all, they don’t sound like Niagra Falls now. I don’t have to run for my life, get in bed and put a pillow over my head to drown out the roar. The sun shining through them is making little rainbows. I have a yard full of rainbows. How cool is that? I couldn’t sit still long enough to notice that before. Looking back on the last few months I spent most of my mental time zipping around on the ceiling fan.

I hope y’all pardon me if I spend some time obsessed with this whole bipolar medical adventure and the meds that are helping me so much. Thank you Chemists every where, thank you, and thank you some more. It’s all so new to me and it’s like getting a new brain for Christmas and I do love new gadgets. And it’s a wonderful gadget, this brain. Don’t have to plug it in, it won’t short out if I spill coffee on it, can’t lose the charger cord, and the warranty won’t expire.

The absence of the constant assault on my senses, the absence of having a panic attic when asked a simple question and the ability to just BE is a gift from the Gods via modern pharmaceuticals.

The outward proof of returning to center is that I am doing “normal” things without stressing out. I don’t feel the need to upchuck from the fear of getting in the shower. I could force myself into the bathtub instead, but it was a complicated process. I would sit on the edge and put one foot in, take deep breaths try to calm down, put the foot in and calm down. It would take like 10 minutes to finally get all the way in the bathtub. The sensations were overwhelming. Then I’d start to panic and fear that I would fall asleep and drown. And standing up to get back out, shivering while reaching for a towel? I would rather go to Disney Land and ride Space Mountain. Not even close to being as scary.

I’ve always been a tactile kind of person to begin with. So with having my brain go haywire the sensation in the shower were as frightening as if someone expected me to base jump off Angle Falls in South America. Too much water, too much noise, to many sensations – hot, cold, wet, soapy, steamy, the smell of shampoo, scratchy wash cloth… GAAAaaaAAa. Head for the hills! The H2O Armageddon was coming.

Unfortunately the devil of “what ifs” is starting to knock on my door. What if I end up as dull as a hitching post? What if the meds turn off my creativity? Will I be perceived as fragile or even dangerous? One of those people who you talk softly and slowly to because they’re afraid you are going to go off on them? Will I start to shuffle along like someone in an institution. Have I donned a chemical straight jacket? I’m back to writing at least and that’s a good sign. I’ll take it.

10 responses

  1. So very glad you are feeling good. Hopefully, now the mental illness field will get the attention it has needed for all these many years. It takes a lot of killing to finally help those who would love to be peaceful… instead of tormented. Love the post. 🙂

    1. Thank you miss Apron 🙂 I’m glad to be on the right track after so much floundering around. My sorrows are that I didn’t get help sooner. And my heart goes out to those who can’t or won’t get help and their loved ones who suffer through it with them.

  2. Since you still have the ability to write creatively, I bet the meds won’t take your creative edge off. Lovely descriptions, and I’m glad your brain has calmed down.

    1. Yes I agree with you, I think the creativity is still here. I’ve even been eyeing a few projects scattered around like my knitting, and painting and thinking “hmmm, maybe I’ll give it another go.” I have about 6 unfinished scarves that I intended to be Christmas presents…3 Christmases ago.

      I think the Hubman, mother-in-law and others in my life are glad my brain has calmed down as well. Spoke to mother-law-yesterday while were were watching the football play offs. She was kind and understanding and said that she could tell that something was wrong, but didn’t want to say anything to get me riled up.

  3. Good to hear that you are feeling more peaceful.

    1. It’s a wonderful feeling. I’m hoping that it hangs around. Part of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop though. I also hope I do a better job of organizing my shoes in the future.

  4. There is no normal… Have you checked out what so-called normal is? It’s psychotic!

    1. LOL. So I’ve heard, but I still have to see it for myself 🙂

  5. Normal is boring!
    Never change!

    1. Not normal is fun. But going bonkers is not fun. I need to find that balance 🙂

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