Part of the reason why I've convinced myself that I should ctb is because of the many manic/psychotic episodes I have experienced (largely convinced I'm BP, but don't have an official diagnosis because I have no healthcare) and my unwillingness to go through another one. I just can't bear the thought of losing my mind for months again. If I could take a pill and instantly fix my brain and ensure that I would never go crazy again... I would definitely have to pause and reconsider my stance. Sadly though, the magic pill does not exist, and even if it did... it does not change the past and the several years I spent unhinged, ruining my life.
Yeah, a manic/psychotic episode, my crushing depression, and some hypomanic episodes are a large reason why I'm ready to catch the bus. That and... feeling completely out of place as an autistic person in a world that isn't made for me. The bipolar symptoms and the autistic traits, along with my OCD, came together over the past two years and resulted in my brain being, well, basically broken. I can't see things the way I did before. I have strange and arbitrary triggers that would provoke laughter and bewilderment if I told others about them. I have constant flashbacks about how people reacted to me during my episodes. I keep remembering all the embarrassing things I said and did. It's been a living nightmare for the past two years, and I don't see it ending anytime soon.
My therapist says things like "oh, you're still recovering" and "things will get better," but I don't feel that way. I'm sick of the platitudes. I have NEVER been this depressed in my life, and I've had depressive episodes for years, which is par for the course if you have bipolar. I have also had suicidal ideations for years. But never have I actually reached the point that I have ordered actual fucking
poison to kill myself. Even when I was homeless I wasn't actually going to kill myself, because I still had hope that things would get better. Even when I was in grinding poverty, I still had hope. Even after Trump was elected, I still had the will in me to fight everything he stood for. COVID broke me. Not getting COVID, but everything about the pandemic and the isolation it engendered. It's already hard for me to socialise as an autistic person, and it only got worse during the pandemic when my social skills deteriorated to the point that I was behaving in ways that I'd learned to avoid in my TEENS. I'm in my 30s! I was acting like my adolescent self again
and I was dealing with psychosis, depression, and mania on top of that.
I have dealt with a lot. But this—this really broke me to pieces. I may look as though I've recovered—I'm working again and have spent time with my friends since I was discharged from the psych ward in June after the manic episode—but that's only a façade. I may look functional on the surface, but this is the darkest depression I have ever gone through.