Yes, I haven't posted in a while. I guess its a case of "no news is good news". I'm doing pretty well. Have slowly reduced my meds to about half of what they were 18 months ago. Did it very slowly and it has worked wonders. My next goal is to ditch the prozac altogether. Not gonna rush it tho, and I've gotta find a good sustainable positive patch to start the project in.
As a result I'm not identifying so much with the "bipolarness" of BiPolar Guy. Quite honestly right now "Photographer Guy" would probably be a better handle. But I'm actually getting tired of handles. I've got so many of the friggin things. Maybe one day I will just be me - "Proper Name", and all my handles can have a great reunion at my Propername.com place. It would be pretty cathartic.
But I'll always keep this blog going. There is a substantial body of musings, experiences and philosophisings in these pages and I'm not about to send them to the recycle bin.
One thing I must tell you about though is that for the past 12 months I have been inundated with spam comments. I used to wade through them diligently marking them off as spam and publishing the occasional comment from a reader. But I've kind of given up at the moment - there's just too many. So if you've commented in the past few months and it hasn't been published its not cos I don't like you. I will still get round to publishing it some time.
In the meantime why not follow me on Twitter. I'm still tweeting regularly as BiPolar Guy.
Hope you guys are all well.
Peace.
Sorry about this, but I gotta blow my trumpet. See the chart below - it shows the world's biggest social publishing sites:
The 1st Anniversary of my first tattoo is in 2 days time:
As a BiPolar person I dont think it is possible not to experience bad insomnia at some point. Of all my "symptom correlations" to my mood disorder, insomnia is the one that correlates most accurately with my highs and lows. I dont think I've ever had insomnia when I'm particularly depressed. On the contrary - sleeping (and lots of it) is about all I can do when badly depressed.
On the other side of the scale -> every episode of full-blown mania I've ever had has been marked by critical insomnia.
So insomnia is something I've had a relationship with for a long time. Fortunately I've always had a cure that has worked for me: stuff my face with refined carbos. Peanut butter sandwiches on white bread are a staple. Pasta is good too. The trick is to gorge yourself so that the ensuing sluggishness washes the insomnia away. The problem with this cure (as with nearly all psycho-symptom cures) is that it has strong side effects: baggage around the middle regions.
So I'm pretty excited with a new Insomnia cure that I've been experimenting with. I'm not sure if everybody does, but I usually remember snippets from my previous night's dreams. Sometimes they're quite involved sometimes just a glimpse. What I have discovered recently is that when you are lying in bed and sleep is playing its elusive tricks, thinking about recent fragments of dreams that you have had often gets you to sleep. I'm not sure exactly what the mechanics of this process are, but suspect that just the act of thinking about your dreams puts you into more of a dream-type state of mind into which it is easier to drift.
Would be great to hear of anybody else's experiments in this regard.
Mid-winter is fast approaching in the Southern hemishpere. The Winter Solstice is just over a month away now - something I look forward to, as I prefer longer days, and after the Solstice days start getting longer again.
I would say that I do suffer from a form of SAD (Seasonal Adjustment Order). Moodwise my calendar year always follows a familiar cycle. March/April are usually the best months and September/October the worst. I definitely prefer summer to winter, but moodwise there seems to be a lag-effect with the joy of summer kicking in right at the end of the season, and visa verse for the downs of winter.
It has become so predictable now that I plan my years around it. In the first half of the year I've really got to push my business (which i did), as the energy usually runs out by July. This year I also used March to reduce my meds. I halved my Prozac intake from 40mg a day to 20mg a day. It has been so successful that I will never go back. Even if the Black Dog bites hard in September.
Next year when the good times arrive, I'm planning to ditch my Omega 3 supplements that I am taking. You can only ditch one thing at a time and if I'd done both Prozac and Omega and failed I would not know which was the culprit. The principle reason I'm keen to ditch the Omega 3 is that I'm on a major body-building and weight-loss mission at the mo, and I suddenly realised that the little daily Omega fats capsule must be packing a shit load of kilojoules. I'd rather eat fish (and at least satiate my appetite.)
My long term goal is to get off all meds. I've aleady cut my Lamictal by half (last year), from 220mg to 120mg. So hopefully in about 3 years time I'll be 100% med-free. It will be the first time in nearly 20 years...
I recently read about a very perplexed Anthropologist who had been spending some time with the Shaman of a tribe that was mostly untouched by Western Civilization. The Shaman had an incredibly bizarre belief system by which he guided the tribe.
One day, having gained the Shaman's trust, the perplexed Anthropologist confronted the Shaman: "Do you honestly believe all the crap you tell your fellow tribesmen?"
To which the Shaman replied: "No, I don't really but it honestly seems to cure them."
This was the Anthropologist's AHA! moment, and he went home to write up many theses on his "breakthrough".
After thinking about these events for some time, I offer you Sequel 2 of the story:
Upon hearing about the Shaman's answer to the Anthropologist, one of the tribe Elders confronted the Shaman: "Is it true that you don't believe in all the spiritual stuff you tell us?"
To which the Shaman replied: "No, it is not true, I do believe in all the spiritual stuff, but the Anthropolgist was tormented by his inability to understand, so what I said cured him".
...and everyone lived happily ever after.
I've been reading Orwell's Classic- 1984 - a book which just seems to get more and more relevant.
In the book the Totalitarian State incessantly promotes 3 mantras to the enslaved populace:
The title of this blog post comes from WillBeFine's excellent comment on my recent post about awakening through meditation
I've gotta admit - WBF's question stumped me. So I spent lots of time thinking about it, and some even meditating about it and finally I've come up with a semblance of an answer:
Q: Once you are awakened, then what?
A: You become a clever fish.
I've attended several Buddhist teachings lately, including a weekend retreat 2 weeks ago. And I've been thinking a lot about meditation.
"Buddha" is most usually translated as "The Awakened One". Most people have some understanding that Buddhist Enlightenment involves some type of awakening.
The popular perception is that this Awakening is a major paradigm-altering step involving some kind of Awakening into an Otherworldly realm.
Maybe it is. But on another level one can experience Buddhist awakeness at a very practical level. A level that can even address the skeptics retort "I dont need to awaken - I was never asleep in the first place."
If you've ever meditated you will likely know that the crux of the practice is about being aware of what you are thinking about, whilst you are thinking about it. "Observing the observer" is how some people put it. And you will also probably have experienced first-hand how difficult it is to accomplish this, even for a few minutes, without your mind wandering off. Once you realise that your mind has wandered off, the task is to let the run-away thought go and bring your mind back to its self-aware state.
In my personal meditation experience I have never really had trouble letting the errant thought go, once it has been recognised. My problem has always been the "drifting off" part, the fact that one minute I am sitting concentrating on what I'm thinking about and then the next minute, unbeknownst to me, my mind is in a totally different place. All meditators will be familiar with this experience.
So lately i have been trying to pinpoint and articulate this elusive moment of wandering off. What actually happens? What is it like?
Answering this is not easy as at the point when it happens you are, by definition, not aware of it happening. The observer has been lost sight of. But recently I've been thinking that perhaps the closest experience to this "slipping away" happens to us every night when we fall asleep. Think about it: despite falling asleep every single night of our lives, we can never pinpoint the exact time that we transition from normal thoughts into dream thoughts. Because, if we could do this - we wouldn't be asleep. We would be awake.
So next time you hear about the great Buddhist "Awakening", do not be intimidated that it is some far-removed concept only attainable by cross-legged monks sitting in caves in the Himalayas for years and years. You can experience it every day, in ordinary meditation, right where you are.
Mastering it of course, is another issue altogether...