This is the very first post on this here blog and it's taken me longer then I care to admit to actually write something. Let's start with this...Hi, my name is Neecha and I am the Bipolar Snob.
The beginning: I was misdiagnosed back in 2009 with mild depression and with misdiagnosis come horrible side effects to the wrong medicine. I was giving an anti-depressant for "mild depression" and without a stabilizer...lets just say it got pretty ugly. I had a massive explosion and then a melt down. I was seeing a counselor at the time and she recommended this doctor to me, I made an appointment and then the fun began. The sentence was handed down...Bipolar II Disorder. I was devastated and relieved at the same time because now I can get some help for this VCR playing in my head on fast forward. To make a long story short, my then doctor loaded me down with medicine, five to be exact. I felt horrible, I was a zombie, I had no desire to do anything and all I wanted to do sleep. The meds were taking over my life to the point where I couldn't drive and I was making mistakes on my job...BIG MISTAKES. I shared this information with my then doctor and I also shared with her that I don't feel like myself on the meds and how I have all these hobbies and no desire to indulge in them and how I was always confused. She sat there with a solemn face and told me the way I was feeling was "normal" and that "normal" people have to force themselves to to partake in hobbies and social activities. *SIGH* Now many of you may not know me from my other blog but I'm very blunt and to the point and often times, I THINK I'm thinking things in my mind but in all actuality I'm saying them out loud. Before I knew I asked her if she was on crack and no matter how many letters she have behind her name I will never believe that the way I was feeling was normal. Of course I threw in a couple of cuss words for a dramatic affect and that was the end of our relationship. I broke up with her at ONCE and I stopped taking all those damn medicines. Then in Jan. 2011 I found Dr. U. and it was love at first sight. He ran a battery of tests on me and came back with a diagnosis of Bipolar I and A.D.H.D. I was relieved and felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and once I started taking my new medicine, life began to stabilize for me and the people closest to me. I said all that to say this always get a second opinion and a third and fourth if you need to and NEVER be afraid to ask questions, that's what the hell they are there for to answer your questions and clear up any misconceptions or confusion you may have about your diagnosis and medicine regimen.
Anyway, let me set this blog up right and I hope you guys enjoy this roller coaster ride with me!
