The Siren Call of Bipolar Mania
When you are in the midst of a depressive episode, mania can call to you like a Siren. Its song is alluring, promising you freedom and joy. But chasing the melody of mania is sure to lead to disaster and wreckage.
I hate bipolar depression so much, I often think of taking a substance that will pop me into mania.
There is a good chance you have had this desire as well. Most people will try this—many times—before they realize that mania is not the answer for ending bipolar depression.
The Threat of the Thrill
In Greek mythology, underwater Sirens lured sailors to their deaths. Mythology teaches us lessons we can use today: what thrills us and seduces us can also destroy us.
My life when manic was a constant chase of excitement, booze, and men. It was not pretty, and it almost led to my death. It is so intense that when I am not in a relationship, I am celibate. I can’t control bipolar manic hypersexuality on my own.
Depression has been back in my life for a few months now. I know why. I am on a new sleep medication, and I decided to go back to craniosacral therapy to help with my head injury. Both caused deep depression. I stopped the craniosacral therapy and will probably have to stop taking the sleep med.
This is a deep and mythological kind of depression. It torments my sleep and tells me that my life is pointless. It’s dangerous.
But so is mania.
I choose the stable life. I want to live until 90. I want to be healthy, and I want to work. Mania will never allow this.
So, when the Siren of mania starts singing, I choose to focus on stability.