Some will take you only as you appear.
Others will take you as you truly are.
In one moment you can go from an “amazingly talented professional woman,” to the “crazy girl.”
The distinction between the two is nothing other than you sharing who you really are, and the conclusion is subjective. It’s not fair because your behavior hasn’t changed at all, and all you can do is have faith that others will see that there really is no difference between the two.
So proud of my remission was I, that I blindly let a man take me down. Well, he didn’t mean to… but here is the thing I have learned about dating. It involves drinking, staying up WAY too late, still getting up early for work, and a lot of befuddled communication.
None of those things are productive for someone with bipolar.
So now, I finally feel confident enough in this guy to tell him I have bipolar, but I am in a vulnerable and insecure state at the moment.
A lot has changed. I quit my part time job to attempt my business full time, and in the process I have lost some companionship with my former coworkers. It gets a bit lonesome working for yourself. I have become well recognized in the city that I have been working in as I have designed a public space and everywhere I go I am introduced, announced, applauded, and looked at – something I have never experienced before. People are praising me and I literally don’t know how to react. I struggled for so many years to find my place in design and I finally have it and I feel frozen in terror for not knowing how to respond socially or professionally. Thousands of people have seen my drawings, and many of them are asking for my card. I am about to grow into a real business, I’ve even secured an intern.
This is really overwhelming. All the while, I have no one to share this experience with. No one to understand how you can be happy and petrified all at once. This business is just mine. No one else can fully grasp this feeling. I should be thrilled, and I just want to hide behind the scenes and wait for it to end. People can see my drawings and say my name all day long, I just don’t want to have to shake their hand and stand in front of a crowd of people all looking at me with a dumbfounded, petrified look on my face. And this man, he is one of those people looking… he has been so instrumental in giving me praise and toting me around at networking introducing me to the some really influential people. Beaming and looking so wonderfully into my eyes because no one knows what he and I are doing; and it feels good to the the twinkle in someone else’s eye.
So I have to tell him. He thinks I am this courageous and unfaltering businesswoman / interior designer, and I just don’t want to hide anything from him. My anxiety is pretty moderate, where it had been non-existent for months. My depression is detectable, yet not quite noteworthy. And my paranoia, well, let’s just say its back.
When I tell him I am nervous, unable to make eye contact, and I feel weak and worthless saying the words. In other dating situations I have boldly stated my circumstance and have been accepted… everything was going wonderfully with this man. And now I haven’t heard from him in a few days.
He has not returned the two texts I sent. One regarding a big launch he was set to have at his job, and another a day later inviting him to join friends later in the week for a drink. So when I say he “hasn’t returned my texts” I want to state that I’m not in panic mode sending out dozens of ‘needy, clingy, girl’ texts. And I know better.
But the striking thing is that this three day lapse in response (with my noticing that he received and began to respond to the second message and then bailed) has caused a wave of distress in my day today. I left my business today to have a pedicure and wine, I have been bugging my friends all day about it, hoping for some answer that makes sense, I even texted my ex for advice.
And that is when it hit me.
I am not well.
It is not this wonderfully supportive and intelligent, charismatic man that is causing this stress. It is my monster. Perhaps this man has been dissuaded by my revelation of my illness, or maybe he is just busy and hates texting (as he has stated to me several times in person). But either way, it is not okay for me to be this distressed about this situation. So anxious that I am unable to get work done. So much so that I texted my horrible excuse of a man ex, for dating advice.
Men are my trigger, and my ex is my “safe haven.” When things go wrong with a potential suitor I go running back for validation from all of my friends, but I am never satisfied until I hear my ex tell me to calm the fuck down and give me his approval. There are a multitude of things that are wrong with this, but at least I have recognized a pattern. And when you are bipolar a pattern can be a saving grace.
The things that keep me healthy have fallen to the wayside. This pubic project has put me at so many hours I haven’t been to yoga in two months. I have run only a handful of times in those months as well. I have stayed up into the wee morning hours working on presentations, gone to networking and drank far too much alcohol, stayed out too late with this man on occasion, still made time for friends, and I looked around me today and just said, “enough.”
It has to go back to just me.
I am still upset about him, and worried that he has changed his feelings for me because I am bipolar, but really in the end its not so much a potential rejection that hurts with this. It is knowing that one little fact about yourself can change the way an entire human being thinks of you. No matter how talented, impressive, kind, caring, funny, or wonderful you are…you could be bipolar. And suddenly all of those other qualities disappear, leaving you with only one descriptor.
-M