Breakdown...what do I do?
In 2004 I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder type 1. My parents didn't understand what it was(even after 2 doctors and my primary explained it them). My parents saw it as a temporary depression.
So up till 2008 its been a horrible battle, between the uncontrollable manic episodes, and the lousy depressive episodes.
During these 4 years, I lost insurance because I turned 18, but then for some reason my dads policy changed I got it back in mid 2007. So immediately, not being able to bear bipolar disorder, i told my parents to help me. I forgot that they never really helped me the first time around, and kept on telling me to basically snap out of it.
It got so bad I had to take the fall 2007 semester off. I told my parents I REALLY REALLY need help, because my college was being affected. I told them I can't return to college till they help me. They said "sign up for Spring 2008, DONT WORRY WE WILL HELP YOU. So I did, and told them that during the 1 term break from college, my bipolar got worse, shifting between mania and depression almost daily. Well i took their word and went to college for Spring 2008, but things weren't going so well. So I kept nagging them, telling them how serious my condition is, and all they said was "we are looking for a doctor".
So things took a turn for the worst in May. I started having insane suicidal thoughts, day and night. Once again I told them, and explained that I feel suicidal. They said "why would you feel suicidal, your life is perfect, we treat you so good" YEAH RIGHT......
So till 3 weeks ago, I told my parents NINE TIMES since May that I am very suicidal, especially in the past few weeks. I also started having insane homicidal thoughts now about people I am cool with.....So I told them again, AND AGAIN they said "we are going to help you, but why do you feel this way" I explained to them its FREAKING UNCONTROLLABLE....they can't seem to accept the fact that i have a mental illness and my ******* thoughts are uncontrollable, I am NOT in control of my feelings, and i don't do things on purpose...
So 2 weeks ago my girlfriend breaks up with me because i called her clingy and she thought i was really unstable. Not that big of a deal, but it obviously hurt me on top of all these other things.
So i go to my dad and sit him down and tell him i am having very suicidal and homicidal thoughts... he acts like he understands me and then ask me "are you getting a job?"................................. I tell him that I really need this sorted out before I start Fall 2008 semester and also tell him that school starts on the 25th and money is due by the 21st. I run this by my dad 2 times.
Last weeks he comes to me and asks me if I want to go to college ever again...DUH HELLO, I AM GOING TO BE A JUNIOR, I NEED TO FINISH AND GET OUT. I tell him yes and that payment is due on the 21st. I check online to see if my dad paid, and nothing. So I just told my dad to pay, and he says "you always gotta bring stuff up last minute" WTF i didn't think 2-3 weeks is freaking last minute....
After that I flipped, I felt like destroying the house and was about to hit my dad, THANK GOD, i ran outside or i think i'd probably be in jail.
I am back in my room, and the homicidal thoughts are gone, but the uncontrollable suicidal thoughts are still there, and I don't want to die... its just so convenient... the rat poison, the pills, my knife.... all in arms reach......
I don't what to die, I don't want to speak to a suicide hotline, they didn't help last time, and the school counselor just nods her head and acts just like my parents..."you gotta stop and block it out"
Only my doctors understood me but since then 1 retired and i can't find the other..............
BTW, i have been stuck between dysphoric mania and a mixed episode right now, people who are bipolar know that there are the worst types of episodes.