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I'm feeling incredibly sad and not sure what else, but a lot of something, over my diagnosis (PTSD, mixed in with Personality Disorder NOS). Since this recent relapse into depression (end of December) I went back on meds (Jan 6th) and it seems the AD put me into mania even though I went on a mood stabilizer at the same time (mood stabilizer not up to theraputic level in my blood yet - upped it again tonight, so hoping this helps)....because I don't need sleep to function fine the next day....because I used to hardly talk and had a hard time expressing myself in therapy and now the last two sessions I am classic manic: fast talking and jumping topics and racing thoughts. I know T's watching me. Analyzing me. I see her flipping papers on her clipboard as I talk writing things down, filling something out. I don't know what. I want to ask her what, but don't. I suddenly feel absolutely sad and have crying spells at home over this. I've wondered for a long time if I have Bipolar Disorder, but never before now, had the strength to face it. It feels like something heavy is sitting on my chest. My heart pounds so hard sometimes. And then sometimes I just weep....because I don't know what else to do. The first time I told my T about the lack of sleep, she started asking me questions about it, more, and I said then, "Now you're going to say I have Bipolar Disorder." She said, "You didn't answer my question." By then I forgot what the question was, anyway, and was going on and on about something. I actually feel like I'm thinking kind of clearly and am getting a lot accomplished in therapy, all of a sudden, since being manic. Yesterday's session, though, I talked and talked for 50 minutes and said, "I could talk all day, I guess I should go now." T said, "I can tell. Do you have racing thoughts?" I hate the sessions where I am manic because when I leave it feels like I wasn't with her for more than 5 minutes. When I am depressed, I feel T, and can carry her with me when I leave. I don't know what I am scared of, what I'm sad about, exactly. I guess right now I hate myself for these "disorders" that I have, and that there is no fix....
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