I am sza, bipolar type. When I was five, I was already having suicidal thoughts. My mom told me I wanted to jump out the window and kill myself. I had a good upbringing so I guess it was just my brain going haywire already at that young age.
As a teenager I dealt with depression and anger. In my high school years I would often sit in my room and make small cuts on my arm, long before “cutting” was a thing people talked about. I would also get upset and punch holes in the drywall. I argued with my parents a lot and my schoolwork declined severely
When I was like 19 I was seeing a counselor and ended up going to mental health where I was diagnosed as bipolar. Since I was hearing voices at the time (although in hindsight I don’t know if it was full-blown hallucinations or just my loud thoughts) and paranoid they said I might be in the early stages of sz. I started on Lithium and some other meds but didn’t stay on them because I didn’t like the way they made me feel.
I smoked weed and drank for several years, doing the whole self-medicating thing. It kept me reasonably happy although not really okay. I ended up going to the hospital twice for suicide attempts. I was in for like three weeks the first time and two or three weeks the second time.
When I was about 24 I got involved in church and quit getting high. I continued to drink for a while but not all day, every day. I actually did well for about six years, having minimal symptoms and working with an outreach ministry in the small town I lived in. During this time I had mood swings but mostly hypomania that made me very productive and outgoing, two things that help when you’re reaching out to people. My depressive episodes weren’t that bad and I managed to hide them and soldier on. I also had intrusive thoughts that made it hard to pray or read the Bible. But I made it through.
In 2006, when I was 30, I started going downhill again fast. I was living in Michigan with my brother and became suicidal. My wife had left me recently and I wasn’t dealing with it too good. I was also hearing things that didn’t seem to be there and feeling very paranoid. I felt like my thoughts were swirling around outside my head. I decided I didn’t want my brother to come home and find me dead in his bathtub so I called a crisis line, which sent me to the hospital that did psych emergencies. I ended up in a partial hospitalization program where I was diagnosed sz, bipolar type.
A month later I moved back to SC where I currently live. I stay with my parents and see a pdoc and therapist at the mental health center. I have been on meds since 2006 and am fairly stable. My biggest problems are paranoia, intrusive thoughts and feeling like people can hear my thoughts. I also have issues with the CIA. So I struggle on.