You can be anything you want to be. Dream it and you can be it. Do it now.
We have all heard these things. These are the things we tell our children. These are the some of the lies we tell our children.
Tell the Crazy They Can Do Anything they Want, I Dare You
[push]We’re trying to encourage our children to be who they want to be. We want them to get what they want.[/push]
And as far as lies go these ones aren’t bad. We are trying to encourage kids to be presidents, astronauts, fire engines (seriously, kids love fire engines), CEOs, police officers (they don’t want to be police cruisers for some reason), doctors, lawyers and so on. We want them to obtain their dreams. It’s so terribly noble of us, to lie to our children like that.
No, You Can’t Do Anything You Want
Of course doors for a person are closed the second they take their first breath. What is their race? What is their sex? Where are they born? Who are their parents? How much money do they have? Into what time are they born? What is the political climate? Are they born with a birth defect? Do they have a disability? Do they have an illness? And so on, and so on, and so on. And with every circle around the sun, more and more limitations are placed on them.
Life with Limited Opportunities is Still Limitless
This, of course, is OK. Life is still basically limitless. You can keep closing doors and still have an entire world of possibilities. Can’t be a heart surgeon? Be a veterinarian. Can’t be president? Become a member of congress. Can’t pee standing up? Learn to write your name in the snow with a stick. There are alternatives to everything. Whatever your goals today, they can be modified as time passes to allow for a fulfilled existence. Humans are good that way. We adapt.
Before I was Crazy, I Had Goals
And this is as true of me as anyone else. When I was a child I wanted to be a ballerina. Why? Because I wanted to wear a pink tutu. Then I realized I could wear a pink tutu anytime I wanted, and decided I didn’t want to unwrap my point shoes to find blood.
Then I wanted to take over my mother’s position as the head administrator at a dental office. Why? Because I thought she was the epitome of success (I was ten). Then I realized that her position led to a chronic stress-related condition and decided I didn’t like dentists anyway.[pull]And so on, and so on. Dreams come, and go, and are replaced with other things.[/pull]
I look at my life, and wonder what my new goals should be. I have goals, I really do. I have things I would like to get done. There are accomplishments I want to have in my obituary. I don’t want to just be, whatever this is, forever.
Crazy is Blocking My Goals
But there’s a problem, of course there is. I’ve tried on some goals. I’ve laid them on top, wiggled around, and seen if they fit. Some do, some don’t, like everyone, there are options.
The problem is, I look at the goal, out bobbing up and down ahead of me, and there is a huge obstacle in my way. There is the crazy, and the crazy is a force with which to reckon.[push]Crazy has a great real estate agent, and its carpenter is no slouch either.[/push]
There is a space in my brain, a space that used to hold memories of white pet bunnies, polynomial equations, and how to knit one purl two, that is now overtaken by bipolar. The crazy has set up house there. In fact it isn’t a house, it is a mansion of crazy. It has wings, and maids, servant’s quarters, and crazy butler’s pantries.
And there is the crazy, carved in stone, under lacquered wood, and in stained glass, before me. It sprawls over the neighbors and dwarfs those that approach it, and I think if you look closely, you’ll see there is a moat and a portcullis to be dealt with, if ever you were actually to get that close to crazy.
Sometimes Goals Are Taken Away, Even from the Non-Crazy
Sometimes when your goal is taken away, you don’t know what to do. Sometimes you counted on one experience so much that when it disappears, you’re lost and have nothing solid to hang on to. People then usually go through some kind of crisis. You see it when women who really want kids can’t have them, or when a spouse dies, or when a person becomes disabled. Their lives shift so suddenly they didn’t know what to do. But with few exceptions, these people do get back up, dust themselves off, and work towards something new. They are injured, but they have survived.
No Matter What I Do, Crazy Stands Between Me and Most Everything Else
But for me, no matter what I pick, there is always the same roadblock ahead. Everything I want to do is delayed, destroyed, decimated, by the crazy. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to climb it, go around it, get over it, get under it, get through it, destroy it. It’s just always there. It’s the indomitable foe. It’s that which cannot be conquered.
I feel like whatever I have not accomplished now, I will never do. I feel like it’s over. There’s no where to go. There’s nothing to do. I’m done. We all have a limited amount of time on the planet and it feels like my useful working hours have come to a close. Now I’m just treading water. Or surviving waterboarding. It’s tough to tell.
The Goal Always Seems to be Not Dying From the Crazy
[push]All my life is devoted to dealing with crazy, trying to stop it from expanding the east wing, blocking more of the sunlight and further raising property taxes.[/push]
I feel like this is no life at all. It’s a war of attrition. Parts of me die, parts of it are destroyed, but in the end nobody wins. It’s too strong to defeat, but it hasn’t won. So we stand, staring at it each, over the line in the sand. Fighting for inches. Winning then loosing. Loosing then winning. Forever more, it is always the same. Crazy and I are at an impasse.
Is Not Dying a Goal Worth Living For?
So what about that is worth continuing? Fight the good fight? Fight the fucked fight. A life destined by the stars. No tutus, or engines, or pianos, or dentists to be found. Just fighting, blood, and death. And yet suicide is supposed to be wrong. Giving up is supposed to be wrong. One day someone will have to explain that to me. I can hit them in the head with a two-by-four every two minutes and tell them it will never end, and then they can tell me why they should live another 40 years. That would required some seriously fervent and advanced logic and desire. Any takers?
I’m always in a mental battle with my problems. I don’t go anywhere or do anything. I just work. I’m started to vet low again and I think it’s really affecting the people around me. Sometimes, I wonder with all the mistakes I make that maybe if I weren’t here to be in the way that maybe the people around me would have a better chance at life. I guess what I’m saying is that sometimes I wish someone would put me out of my misery. I feel like everyone I love has had enough of me. I haven’t felt this low in a while and I just don’t think I can be fixed. If you drop a glass from a high enough shelf it’s just broken. You’ll never get all the pieces back in together. Not everything can be fixed.
Hi Charles,
I’m so sorry. I’ve been where you are; I know what it’s like.
One thing I can tell you for sure is the idea that others would be better off without you is a common lie our depressed brain tells out. Depressed brains tell many lies. And while I can understand thinking that you’re too broken too be fixed, this just isn’t true either. No matter how many pieces — they make glue for that.
What I’m saying is that things change. The pain will not always remain the same. The pain will not always be there.
I’m not saying it’s not hard. It’s hard. It’s hard on you and it’s hard on the people around you. But things won’t always be this hard. Please reach out, get help.
You can do this.
— Natasha Tracy
I am miserable in my job.and my life My dreams will not ever come true. I can’t even manage one course on line because of this stupid illness. I am getting too old to do the things I was passionate about. I can not do the physical things I need to do because of all the physical issues I have now on top of the “crazy”, plus menopause. People do not understand why I’m not happy and loving life. Every day is a struggle and I just want to go to sleep and not wake up. I totally disagree that suicide is wrong. But, get this…you can’t get assisted suicide if you have a mental illness, but you can if you have a different terminal illness! WTF?
One things we are always good at doing is recreating our lives.
Wonderful post. It brings up a side of bipolar nobody wants to address. Everybody only wants to hear about recovery and successful bipolar people, and that sets people up. My bipolar impacts me in severe ways and yet I am funny, I sing and enjoy making videos, all for enjoyment and also to keep engaged. But I have mentally ill friends I volunteer with who pressure me to get a job singing, or video making, etc., because I am good at it. No matter how much I explain to them I do these things solely for my mental health and not as a job, they still won’t let up. A big part of it is they consider themselves in full recovery and think everybody else should be too.
Thanks. Just thanks.
A Burble a day keeps the reaper away.
This post resonates on how I currently feel this past year and a half. I keep going on whatever jumps at me, but it feels like I do it because I just have to do it. I could say I have goals, and family and friends to live for, yet it feels it does not matter much because life has nothing new to bring forth except more crazy issues to deal with the older I get and I’m not that old. There’s got to be an issue with how I think right now.
There’s a lot that seems familiar to me in your writing generally, but in this one in particular.
I don’t think there is some form of primary directive that says we have to keep living, have to keep fighting. We don’t, and to decide to let it go is ok.
That being said we also have to remember the past, the way we have unexpectedly surfaced when we previously felt our lungs were about to explode. The way we’ve created something, seemingly out of the air, something beautiful that would not exist without our pain.
In the end it’s likely that I, like so many with bipolar, will choose to kill myself but I like to think i’ll hang on until every last possibility has been squeezed out of life first.
Think positive. Don’t focus on the negative. Your mind can cure you of cancer.
l wish l could say how very sick l am of hearing people say, be positive. l feel like screaming sometimes, “THE PART OF MY BRAIN THAT MAKES ‘POSITIVE’ IS BROKEN”. And l refuse to pretend that l can change my mind like l change my socks, so that you will feel better.
You’re right re goals and mental health blocking them – Suddenly I don’t look worthy, suddenly I don’t trust in my abilities to stick at something long enough to achieve them. But every now and then I have a spurt of ‘Sod you’ and do it anyway. IF I fail, I add it to the pile. At least I gave it a go.
I’d really appreciate your input on something regarding mental health over at my blog today. Please take a minute (if you have one spare) and let me know your thoughts.
http://wordsinsync.blogspot.com/2011/07/monday-madness-linky-letter-of.html
Many thanks – Shah .X
Hi Shah,
“But every now and then I have a spurt of ‘Sod you’ and do it anyway. IF I fail, I add it to the pile. At least I gave it a go.”
Sounds great to me!
Trying is usually worth it. Failure is really just preparation for the next try.
I know you’re looking for some feedback and I may or may not have time today; I”ll see what I can do.
– Natasha Tracy
Hi Kira,
I just wanted to wish you luck with the Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT) and clarify that it is definitely an amazing technique that did change my life for the better! I was just trying to make the point in my earlier post that it is a technique and not a cure. However it is definitely well researched and proven to be one of the most effective tools out there for depression so hopefully you will find it quite helpful!
Good Luck!
Jessica
I also have had good results from CBT. It has been proved to help with depression. Good luck with it.
I have an appointment with a new therapist in a few weeks. I’ll ask if she specializes in it and if not if she knows someone who does. I’ve tried the “re-wiring” before with no improvement, but I guess it’s worth another shot.
It IS amazing to go from a blogger to a blogger with a huge reader base and on the verge of being published. Nothing to scoff at for sure. I don’t think it’s egotistical to say so. It’s not something a lot of people accomplish. I’m the same with corporate America so I can see how success in a different form might not feel as successful. Paying the rent with crazy is success in a way. There’s lots of people with all sorts of illnesses that aren’t able to do so.
Kira,
Good luck.
“It IS amazing to go from a blogger to a blogger with a huge reader base and on the verge of being published. Nothing to scoff at for sure.”
Thanks :)
Sounds so great when other people say it.
– Natasha
I used to want to be a lawyer, or a CEO, or even in advertising. My crazy couldn’t deal with the hours and school they all required and thus I am none of those things.
However, I am fairly successful, at least the most so out of my friends in spite of it (if we go by money and fancy titles). It comes at the cost of high stress which sets my moods off a fair bit and causes me to be physically ill as often as a child in daycare. I’ve always been a work focused person though and without that I don’t know what I’d do. A low stress job would be boring to me. There are a lot of days my job feels like I’m rolling a block up a mountain if my mood goes the wrong way but I’ve gone to bat with HR a few times and managed to stay employed (by the skin of my teeth a few times).
Some days I feel successful and others I don’t, but I’ve had to set my standard for “success” a lot lower than it was before my limitations really sunk in with me. I was also brought up being told I could be anything. It was difficult to realize that it was more than just a little white lie. I tell my boss a lot that success to me is leaving work and knowing I did the best I could that day. Even if I didn’t make the right numbers, if I know I did everything I could with my energy for that day…I’ll be happy. If I do good numbers but I could have done more..I won’t be happy. Before success to me was running a company. That will never, ever happen for me. It sucks, but such is life. I’ve just had to alter my definition of the word a bit so I can feel like a success in my own head. Doesn’t always work. I still feel like a failure sometimes because I can’t cut it on what I used to want to be.
For what it’s worth, you have accomplished a lot in just the past few years AFTER the crazy. This blog didn’t start out as big as it is now. You weren’t working on getting published. That’s something that can still happen. Good things can happen in spite of crazy, even though most days it doesn’t seem like anything outside of “wake up” is a possibility. I know that me telling you that you’re successful doesn’t mean much (like you said, if you can’t be happy about it then it doesn’t really matter), but I figured it was worth some time to tell you anyway. Maybe if you hear it from enough people it might bring the happy level up just a notch. I’m done spouting sunshine and crap. Sorry for the nauseating optimism.
What is CBT by the way? I know what it stands for but all I’ve ever had people do is throw pills at me or tell me to meditate or something. No one has ever done CBT with me. I see you and other commenters mention it a good bit. I might be interested in trying it.
Hi Kira,
So many great parts to your comment.
First, it’s great to hear that you’ve adjusted your definition of “success”. Me too. A lot in the past year or two. You have no idea. But in reality every adult does this, the crazy perhaps just more than others.
“if I know I did everything I could with my energy for that day…I’ll be happy”
That’s a great goal. It works for everyone and in every state.
Thank-you for the compliments on my success. Yes, I have achieved quite a bit in my day and I have my eyes set on more (for whatever that’s worth). Much like you, I’ve always been career-driven and not have a corporate-type job is just, wrong. And who knows, maybe that’ll change. But for now, success is paying rent. Yay.
I know how far I’ve come in my writing promotion in a short while. I went from Anonymous to Natasha overnight one day, while no one was looking, and now thousands of people read me here and on HealthyPlace. I don’t really like to brag too much about it, but really, it’s fairly astounding.
Your optimism is OK with me. It’s great to hear it from other people, honestly – it battles back some of the voices in my head.
Now, cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT).
CBT is a new-ish way of thinking about therapy. Instead of talking about your childhood and blaming your mother (that was a joke) you actively learn skills to practice and report on. There’s often homework too.
The reason why this is great is because it can really feel like you’re _doing_something_. Psychotherapy isn’t bad, I think it’s important, but it can take a very long time. CBT is fast. In 12 sessions (maybe less) you get your tool set.
So, for example, when you’re depressed, you tend to over-generalize. IE, I missed the bus, why do bad things happen to me, bad things always happen to me. So, this week, every time you start to think in a generalization, watch it, record it, find out what happened just before it. And over time, you can see a pattern and hopefully you start to be able to skip the generalization altogether.
(That is a very simple example, naturally.)
CBT is at least partially based around the idea of “rewiring” your brain. It’s pretty simple, the more you think a thought, the more likely you are to think that thought. (Think of it like every time you think something, it makes a groove. Many grooves in the same place make a ditch that’s really easy to fall into.)
There is some science behind this stuff. Brain “rewiring” is applied (differently) in cases of brain damage as well.
CBT can be done in group therapy or alone, but make sure you find someone who specializes in CBT. Like with so many therapies, a large part of its success depends on the practitioner. When I originally did it years ago it was offered through a local hospital in a group format. It’s great. You learn, you share what you’ve discovered in the last week and you meet people. No real downside.
If you can’t find someone who specializes in CBT, there are CBT workbooks you can buy. These are like CBT “courses.” Naturally, my first choice would be a human, but a book is always an alternative.
CBT has its limitations but I can tell you that it changes some people’s lives and illnesses. And it’s drug-free. Like I said, no real downside (although it can be hard work to accomplish all the skills you need).
If you decide to do it, drop me a note and tell me what your experience is like and what you think.
– Natasha
I was just thinking something very similar to the last two paragraphs of this post the other day when my psychiatrist once again asked me if I was using CBT when I told her I didn’t feel like my medication was working/helping. I can’t tell you how sick and tired I am of therapists asking me if I have been using CBT!! Sure I can use it…I can use it very well…I can use it till the cows come home…but if you ask me, CBT is kind of like a bandaid and it only makes me feel better for a moment in time. It doesn’t cure or take away my depression!! CBT is a lot of work…a lot of constant work…a constant daily struggle that I can only take for so long before I just want to give up!! And it is these times that I feel the most suicidal when I just feel so sick and tired of fighting for what seems like nothing…what seems like a never ending battle…what seems like someone hitting me over the head with a two-by-four every two minutes, telling me it will never stop until the day I die, and then they explaining to me why I should continue to fight to live for another 40 years.
Great Post!
Hi Jessica,
CBT is both a help and a hindrance to mental illness.On the one hand, I recommend it and it really does radically change some people’s lives and illnesses. On the other hand, for some of us it’s like emptying the ocean with a teaspoon.
As a matter of fact, I use CBT-type techniques daily in order to survive. It’s just the way I roll. I’ve been like that since before I even learned about CBT. But it no more fixes the problem drinking water makes you skinny: sure, water takes up space in your stomach possibly helping you eat less at the next meal, but you still weigh 200 pounds.
People are different. Depressions are different. It’s not really a one-size-fits-all situation.
“when I just feel so sick and tired of fighting for what seems like nothing…what seems like a never ending battle…what seems like someone hitting me over the head with a two-by-four every two minutes, telling me it will never stop until the day I die, and then they explaining to me why I should continue to fight to live for another 40 years. ”
Yes. I know.
We fight to the death for millimeters when we really need a mile. I know.
I have no answer, no answer at all, but I can tell you this: if 12 years ago I had of killed myself, I never would have experienced a skydive. If 8 years ago I had of killed myself, I would have never discovered I could write. If 5 years ago I had of killed myself, I never would have flown with the eagles in Venezuela. And if 2 years ago I had of killed myself, I would never have helped all the people I have today.
See, life is funny that way. You walk a millimeter when you really need a mile but sometimes that millimeter matters. To you. To others.
I despise being hit over the head with a 2 X 4 while downing pills, sticking to ridiculously strict schedules, seeing doctors and fighting to the death. Oh yes. I hate it.
And don’t get me wrong, I frequently want to give up.
But all I can say is your fight matters. Your millimeter matters. Your comment here matters. To me. To others. That millimeter mattered.
I do not know how to win the fight, but I do know, that for no reason I understand, the fight matters.
It just does.
– Natasha
I know writing can be cathartic sometimes but sometimes having to focus so much on informing others seems like it’s hurting you. Or maybe you’re just more vocal about the pain? Sometimes I feel kind of cheated that the “you can be anything you want” turns out not to be true but externally it seems like you’re doing well in terms of having this platform to be published and heard.
Hi MMC,
I’m not sure I’m like your average crazy (you know, if there is one). I’m a writer. And so I write. It’s my thing. It’s not about catharsis it’s about being a writer. I moved beyond catharsis years ago.
My writing is about expression of experience, not necessarily a chronicling of life events.
As for me, yes, people always think I’m successful. I’ve certainly done some things, yes. But being sick just seems to erase achievement. If you can’t be happy about it, then who the fuck cares that you did it?
– Natasha
I really needed this, thankyou Natasha you are without a doubt awesome. I decided to give uni a miss this year and try and loose weight it is now a magor health concern for me.You are the one person who tells me despite my crazy I’m doing ok.
Huggage
Davida x
Hi Davida,
Well, without a doubt, thank-you.
“You are the one person who tells me despite my crazy I’m doing ok.”
I’m honored my writing helps you like that.
You are doing OK. You’re doing it. And it’s OK.
Hug back.
– Natasha