I seem to live my life in loop mode of a roller coaster. I know when the ride is leveling because I can feel it. The nose dive. Not even an inkling. I go from perfectly scatty (which is normal for me) to a blubbering wreck in a split second. It happens every few months, no warning, then after a few days (maybe longer) I suddenly feel OK again and am ready to fight the world.
I'm just coming into straight run again now and feeling OK. I tend to avoid the world (not that I'm much of a mixer) when I'm in blubber loop but a friend caught me off guard last week. According to her I could well be bi-polar if not then I am definitely suffering severe depression! I am NOT either. I told her I knew what my problem was and as soon as I could get my head around things I would be rid of the roller coaster. No, she knew better, I needed strong antidepressants. I gave up and just let her think what she wanted. I wasn't about to explain to her about my adoption discoveries.
Discovering two years ago that my adoption wasn't kosher and that everything I had ever known had been lies blew my head and I think it would to anyone. I need to find away of dealing with that and learn to live without the constant worry that I am mad or people will guess I am (trust me when you have it drummed into you from as young as and get sent to hospital for being delusional (delusions that turned out to be memories) trying to avoid people and praying they don't think your weird becomes second nature. So I know my problem just got to find a fix. It made me think though, how many people travel the roller coaster with good reason only to be classed as depressed or god forbid something worse. Depression is a debilitating illness and thankfully can be treated with the right medication. There must be a fair few riding the roller coaster under the veil of depression with medication paying the one way ticket.
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Seasonal Abyss
I call it Adoption-Aftermath, and with each year, comes tallied losses that need to be counted. Certain events will trigger this: birthdays and holidays are no-brainers, but certain visuals can be just as jarring, depending on what childhood was like for you.
If it makes you feel any better, Mothers who have lost their children experience similar cycles.
I truly believe there is no shame in this feeling... as it is very real to our life and existence as adoptess who have lost so much during the course of our lives. Eventually it has to catch up to us. How can it not?