This Bipolar Life: Step One Step Two

Some days it’s all I can do to just step outside my door. Because really, I don’t want to step outside my door. I’d rather stay inside. Keep the world in it’s place and me in mine. My mind can easily handle the solitude that comes adjoined with my tiny apartment. I am used to the quiet.

Yet, my mind still craves life. The sounds of life. The smells of life. So I open my front door-- inwards to the apartment. I push on the screen door-- outwards to the world. I stand there. Is it enough? Can I hear anything? Can I smell anything? No.

One step forward. Another step forward. I’m out! And I am free! Even for a few moments-- I am free from my suffocation. I stand upright. I breathe in and out deeply. I look. I listen. I smell a neighbor’s fireplace, some fresh cut grass, exhaust from an old car down the street.

And then, I sigh. Step one foot backwards into my apartment. The second foot back into my apartment. Close the screen door. Close the front door. Then find myself in the quiet solitude of my apartment again. Yet it feels less suffocating. More alive now. I hear the animals outside now.

Maybe I’ll open the door and step outside again. Later today perhaps.

'Til next time,

Arla

Grief and Recovery: Swirling, Strumming, Strangling

A friend of mine lost her husband last night. He passed away telling her how much he loved her. They had only known each other for four years, but he was the light of her life and the joy in her children’s lives as well.

I found out about it on Facebook. This was appropriate for our level of friendship. I was sitting in the doctor’s office. As I read her post I made an audible cry of sadness. And then I began to cry. Not so much outwardly. Just those leaky tears that you have to constantly brush away but don’t mess up your makeup. Yet inwardly my heart cried tremendously. How could God take her husband away from her? Why would God even bring such happiness only to take it away so soon? And so many more questions.

I must confess, part of the pain I feel for my friend is pain I identify in my own life. Perhaps that’s why this news has grieved me so greatly. Only her grief has a more final mark.

Four and a half years ago I met the man I’d come to love. We had some wonderful times. He is a wonderful man. Eventually, a few years later, however, he left one night. He didn’t pass away. He just slipped away without a word. No reason. Just gone.

Those same questions: How could God take him away from me? Why would God bring him into my life only to take him away? Swirl, Strum, and Strangle my brain and heart. And then I asked- through the Void- God, what can I do to survive? What can I do to keep going? Once I made it through the Void, I continued to ask God, How can I continue to have happiness in my life. What must I do to have Your guidance in my life?

Always, always, I feel urged to pray. Pray first for him. Then for me. I pray that he is happy- feels fulfilled in life. That he does remember me, but is able to keep going on, guided by God, Himself.

This may seem a bit odd of an entry, but when you’ve loved one so deeply and you’ve lost them, in any way, the way you process that grief is vital for recovery. Do you get stuck in the Why did this happen? Why did God take that person away? Or are you able to move forward to What can I do to feel better? Be happier? In these difficult, tragic, devastating times, this process of grief and recovery is ever evolving. We can go back and forth, up and down. If we can reach that calming peaceful state the most often, then I believe we are closest to that “recovery”. Or rather, we are most close to the love that we feel for God, our loved ones, and then the despair of grief is a hint in our lives.

God loves each of us. He knows there will be times, many times, that we may ask Him Why? Or, How Could You? Yet, He is still always there listening and loving. Our recovery can be a daily process. So today is a day that I pray for my love, and for my friend who has lost her love.

The Heavens Above
charcoal and pen, 9"x12"
by Arla Louise

‘Til next time.

Arla

This Bipolar Life: Hypothyroidism

When I started taking lithium at age 23, I only thought of my bipolar. How the lithium would help “fix” my bipolar. (I also took a couple other psychotropic medications at that time as well to create a balance. As I still do.) At age 25, I had a few health complications and was told I had hypothyroidism. Lithium induced hypothyroidism. It would never go away. I would always require medication. Take synthroid once a day. A sure and easy “fix” to the hypothyroidism.

What is Hypothyroidism? It is an underactive thyroid. What’s important is knowing the symptoms.

• Fatigue
• Increased sensitivity to cold
• Constipation
• Dry skin
• Weight gain or difficulty losing weight (despite reduced food intake)
• Puffy face
• Hoarseness
• Muscle weakness
• Elevated blood cholesterol level
• Muscle aches, tenderness and stiffness
• Pain, stiffness or swelling in your joints
• Heavier than normal or irregular menstrual periods
• Thinning hair
• Slowed heart rate
• Depression
• Memory loss**

A couple years ago I began exhibiting some of these symptoms again. Then almost all of them. My primary care doctor ordered blood work then changed my synthroid dosage. I got better. A few months would go by and I’d start feeling the same things. I’d see my doctor. He’d order blood work then change the dosage again. Around and around. I’m currently in the process of finding the right specialist.

The lithium has been, over time, the stable constant psychotropic medication that has worked for me. I do not make any endorsement of it in my writings. It is simply a great choice for me. But even if I stopped it today, I would still have hypothyroidism. I would still have gained the 35 lbs in 2 years filled with exercise and healthy eating. I have struggled with depression wondering if it is a bipolar depression or a thyroid depression. I have a support system that helps to keep tabs on me. But since I live on my own, I know it is so important to be ever vigilant in my mental health care. Luckily, my lab work tells me if the thyroid is off balance.

I admit, sometimes I feel overwhelmed and/or angry about the situation. Why did God make me bipolar? Why does lithium have to be so destructive? Why does my body have to fall apart all the time? Woe Is Me!

But let me tell you something. I am so grateful for all the times when I feel healthy and happy. Yet it’s the feeling happy that helps get through the unhealthy times. Sometimes it can take time to get my thyroid depression to go away simply because it can take time for the medication and thyroid itself to level out. So I have to be willing to go to my psychiatrist for help. I know that it’s a thyroid depression that will be gone in about a month. Or just two weeks. But do I really want to live that much longer like this? My psychiatrist doesn’t always give me a prescription. Sometimes it’s just a pep-talk and the recognition of her awareness and a doctor’s appointment within 2-4 weeks to check up on me that makes all the difference. I’ve taken lithium for nearly 14 years, and I will continue to do so. My doctors are all aware that I am bipolar. That I take lithium and that won’t change anytime soon. That I have hypothyroidism, and it’s unstable. And that I do my best to stay healthy and happy.

As to God giving me bipolar. Maybe I agreed in the Heavens Above to have this before I was born. Why oh why? Some days it’s a mystery. But I tell you this, I am grateful that if I have to have bipolar and take lithium, and if I have to have hypothyroidism, then I am grateful that God provides the many means for a healthy and happy life. Especially happy!

‘Til next time,

Arla

**http://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/hypothyroidism/symptoms-causes/dxc-20155382

https://www.endocrineweb.com/conditions/hypothyroidism/symptoms-hypothyroidism

Crock Pot Colds

I love my crock pot. It’s a small one. And it’s cooking soup right now-- and I have no idea what it’ll taste like. I just put a bunch of things in But I know it’s super healthy. Fresh kale. Fresh red cabbage. Organic carrots (surely the organic must add something extra) I can’t even begin to tell you how healthy it is. No really. I can’t. I have no idea about all those antioxidants (a word I can’t spell correctly without auto-correct) vitamins, minerals, metals like iron. I mean this soup will be epic!

Unfortunately, I have a cold. Not a bad one. Just a stuffy nose-headache-use ½ the kleenex box kind of cold. Not the achy- I-Am-Dying kind. Thank goodness. But I can’t smell the soup to taste it properly. I just threw things in the pot and poured in some appropriate spices, and I am hoping it all works out.

Sometimes life is like the soup and cold. We throw things together in the pot hoping- with an educated guess- that things will all work out with amazing outcomes. Yet things come up that we feel hinder our progress in life- like colds. Maybe we feel just a tad under the weather- or under pressure to do certain things or not do certain things- and we hope the situation will all work itself out on its own.

For example, One day I stood in my apartment in Duluth, GA not sure what my next step in life should be. I knew nursing would no longer be my occupation, so now I had to decide what I wanted to become. What did I want to transform myself into? I knew I wanted to be an artist. I also knew I wanted to work with flowers. I knew I must create an immediate, a 2 year, 3 year, and 5 year plans.

I already had a makeshift studio set up in my apartment and was working on a commissioned painting at that time. So I focused on the floral industry. I wanted to apprentice with a floral designer. Not just work in a floral shop and stop right there. So I literally drove down Buford Hwy in Duluth and stopped at every floral shop, bringing my adapted resume, and asked if I could apprentice. They all looked at me like I was CRAZY! But I refused to give in to disappointment and rejection. I KNEW there was a shop for me. Finally one woman told me of a more “progressive” shop that I might want to check with. Floristique. Just a couple miles away. The name enchanted me and I went directly there.

Daniel Tindol, the owner, met with me that day and asked if I could come back for a more formal interview. He asked me to create a design for him on the spot. I had never done that before. However, I wasn’t about to give up. That night I came up with a design in which I drew it, added color to it, wrote an explanation for my design-- shape, color, meaning etc, then emailed it off to him. After that, I began working at Floristique.

So taking a moment to step back here, I threw in my pot the proaction to go door-to-door to floral shops on Buford Hwy-- not knowing if anyone would respond-- and then after meeting with Daniel and not being able to design on the spot, I leapt a bit and sent him a design later which secured the job. These actions would lead me to working with a wonderful floral designer Dina Tacu with Flowers by Impressions and becoming involved with the Georgia State Florist Association and Metro Atlanta Florist Association.

And what of my Artist occupation? What of my plans? I’ve had a couple colds. I’ve had to shift my focus a bit. I do not work with a floral designer at this time. I devote my time to my Art, including my personal creations as well as teaching. My “colds” have shifted my plans for the better, more focused, more achievable, and more enjoyable plans.

I love the floral industry and when the right opportunity presents itself, I will eagerly grab hold. I love my artistry and watching it evolve. There are colds that take my taste -or eye for art- away for a bit. But it always comes back. I always get better. And tonight I get to eat a really healthy soup. Hopefully it’s delicious too. Inspite of this cold.

'Til next time,

Arla