Getting to the Next Level

Joker dancing on stairs

Takeshi Kovacs, the main character in my favorite book, “Altered Carbon,” gets the shit kicked out of him with every turn of the page. After he undergoes the equivalent of multiple lifetimes of torture, Kovacs, a seasoned spec ops agent, finally snaps. As he does, Kovacs hallucinates the apparition of a long-lost brother-in-arms who encourages him to “get to the next level,” giving Kovacs just enough of a push to survive his virtual reality torture (a fate worse than death) to force himself back into reality.

After dealing with depression for more than half my life, it’s time for me to get to the next level.

I’ve written about my battles with depression for most of my adult life, even if I’ve since taken down most (or all) of the blogs dealing with it. In pivoting toward a more professional “personal branding” (I’ll promise to try to never use that term again), I decided to refrain from speaking about my continued struggles with this dark and oppressive cloud that’s been my constant companion.

But I’ve been thinking about it more and come to the conclusion that writing about my depression experiences is a win/win: I get some sort of catharsis from doing so, and I help to normalize the illness by showing people it’s okay to talk about this stuff — and they’re not alone. And the reality is: I don’t think I’d want to work with a client who’d be turned off by my depression anyway.

(As an aside: I owe a huge debt of gratitude to those couple of clients who’ve learned of my depression and been understanding of the rare few times I’ve had to request an extended deadline or failed to promptly reply to an email.)

However, as I’ve recently learned, my depression may not be depression at all.

That’s right. I’ve dealt with what I thought was depression since I was 13, having gone to therapy, on (and off) anti-depressants, and making major changes to my life, but my depression always remained. Around when I was 24, I was fortunate enough to learn how to better manage and handle my symptoms and triggers and made great headway toward negating the constant turmoil and pain I felt, but still it remained, even if it was better controlled.

Baby Yoda depression meme

Naturally, I’ve continued to research and look into ways of improving my mental health:

Medications didn’t help me; they simply numbed my emotions to the point I felt nothing and couldn’t articulate much of anything (though this is my personal experience only. For many, medications are an immense help. Speak with your mental health professional for guidance and advice — I’m just a guy on the internet).

The few times I smoked weed, I felt like what I assume non-depressed people feel like normally. Unfortunately (and, if you’ve ever met me, unsurprisingly), I’ve never figured out how to buy weed and I’d never be able to trust random street dealers anyway, so weed was out of the question as a long-term solution.

Removing external triggers and negative environmental stimuli (jobs, relationships, situations) and embracing positive factors (working for myself, the cats, moving to WV) made the most significant headway toward improving my mental state.

As I continued to work on and improve myself, I could sense my “depression” adapting to the changes I made. I’ve said it before: Depression is an insidious bastard, which is (partly) why it’s so difficult to diagnose in many people. I finally got to the point where mine would ebb and flow, bringing me to a low point before granting me a respite from the pain. Rinse and repeat.

For the first time, I began to suspect that maybe my depression wasn’t depression at all. In all my research, the one mental illness that continued to stick out to me as a possible alternative to depression was bipolar disorder.

It was a suspicion all but confirmed in my lead-up to my move to West Virginia. Prior to my move, I was trying to figure out the best way to fly with my two cats and looked into getting them certified as emotional support animals. It was one of the most underhanded goals I’ve ever had: I never needed them certified as ESAs, but if they were, airlines couldn’t give me a hard time about flying with them, and that’s all that mattered to me.

Rocky and Hamlet

There are many online services that’ll grant pet parents an ESA, but they’re of questionable repute. Instead, I opted to make an appointment with a therapist — only to discover in our first meeting that she wasn’t allowed to write an ESA. Waste of time, right?

Surprisingly, no. Dr. Joyce proved to be one of the first therapists I’d ever met who I was able to connect with and trust. Maybe it was because I’d finally gotten to a maturity level where I wouldn’t innately resist therapy, but I also think she was the first therapist who genuinely cared about my mental wellbeing.

She was also the first to ever suggest that I may not have depression at all. After hearing the litany of my symptoms and thoughts, Dr. Joyce mentioned the possibility that what I suffer from is bipolar II disorder, bipolar I’s mild cousin.

Bipolar II is marked by periods of deep depression followed by brief episodes of hypomania, a much less severe form of mania. The symptoms fit me to a T.

My depressive episodes have always been the worst and most frequent, with weeks or months of depression followed by a day or two of higher-than-normal energy levels. I’d never do anything too risky in my periods of hypomania; where some with bipolar I are prone to go on irresponsible shopping sprees during manic phases, those with bipolar II are more likely to be a little more energetic and active during hypomania. In my case, that typically translates to me being more excited about my work. (Clients, rejoice.)

Unfortunately, Dr. Joyce was only licensed in RI and a few surrounding states, so I couldn’t continue to see her after moving to WV. I promised her I’d see a doctor once I moved, but with all the craziness of the move, I quickly forgot.

Recent experiences have served as a stark reminder, though.

I was miserable in Rhode Island. The cost of living was sky high, everything’s more expensive than it should be, and I was no longer on speaking terms with most of my extended family and some of my immediate family. On top of that, I never once felt at home in RI, despite living my entire 30 years there.

The move to WV has been incredible for my happiness and mental health. I have genuine and caring friends here, the cost of living is low, and the entire atmosphere of the area is more laid back and friendly. Nearly everyone I’ve met so far has been pleasant to talk to, and there’s far more to do here for someone with my personality than there was back in RI. Almost Heaven, indeed.

New River Gorge, WV

But those massive changes to my life have, I feel, put my mental health on the defensive. Like a cornered animal, it’s been lashing out at me with increasing rapidity. The cycles of my bipolar II diagnosis have been on a gradual increase with a corresponding increase in intensity.

I’m not going to deal with it anymore.

I’ve worked too hard and made too many changes in my life to continue accepting this frustrating mental state. Worse, I’ve begun to sense it impacting my work, and that’s not something I’ll let anyone or anything have a negative impact upon. I love my work and I count myself fortunate I’m able to finally earn a living from my passion for writing; nothing is going to take that away from me.

So, with a sigh, I’ve decided to finally try medication again. I think part of the reason the anti-depressants didn’t help me the first time around was because I was misdiagnosed as having clinical depression. In fact, anti-depressants may not even be effective for bipolar disorder. If my entire view of medication for mental illness is based around two bad experiences that culminated from a misdiagnosis, I’d be stupid not to try a medication that would treat what I actually have.

And so that’s what awaits for me on the next level. I’ve done extensive research into a doctor I think is a good fit for me and have looked into the medications I think would be most beneficial for combating this illness. As soon as the snow clears and I can get ahold of the doctor, I look forward to speaking with him and hopefully putting an end to this chapter for good.


As a final note: I’m not a doctor, nor am I a mental health professional. I’m only writing about my personal experiences and am not offering or suggesting any mental health advice. If you’re feeling depressed, suicidal, or otherwise mentally ill, please contact a mental health professional. And don’t blame yourself for how you feel: There’s nothing wrong with having a mental illness and there’s no shame in talking about or treating it.

2 thoughts on “Getting to the Next Level

  1. Hi Dan,

    I also suffer from Bipolar II, and I am an aspiring writer hoping to write blogs and copy like you do. I’m glad I found your website, because I have had my moments of thinking Bipolar is incapable of coexisting with a career as a writer. You have inspired me to not give up and still believe in myself that I can write despite Bipolar. If you have any advice for getting started and succeeding as you have, I would appreciate it. Thank you for sharing your story.

    Best Wishes,
    Troy Bourguet

    1. Hey Troy, I appreciate you reading my post!

      I’ve actually been meaning to write an update since I finally met with a psychiatrist in May. After speaking with him, he determined that I’m *not* actually bipolar and that my symptoms are different manifestations of the depression I’ve had for most of my life. After doing some thinking and further research, I ended up agreeing with him; the symptoms I attributed to bipolar were/are very mild, and depression (like most mental illnesses) is insidious in how it works. He prescribed me an SNRI which has had decent success in stabilizing my mood and leveling off the peaks and valleys that I found so frustrating, but I’m still having focus issues — which may have even worsened since starting the med.

      It’s frustrating all around, but I’m making some changes in my life, too, to combat some of the side effects and allow for my continued success with writing.

      On that note, never let bipolar or any other mental illness persuade you not to commit to writing if writing is what you want to do. Mental illness is a part of our lives but any “control” it seemingly has over us is illusory. More, it’s absolutely possible to overcome the ways it makes you feel, but you have to allow yourself both the time and room to figure out what works best for you. In my case, some days I’m simply not going to be productive and need a day to rest my mind, so I take that into account when quoting a turnaround time to a client. I’ve also used the Pomodoro technique to good effect in staying focused on a task.

      The best thing about freelancing is that you’re in charge of every aspect of your business, so how and when you write is entirely up to you. Though there can be some downsides to that, if you’re cognizant enough, you can put processes and systems in place to counteract those temptations and allow for success (like using the Pomodoro technique to “force” myself to write for X minutes, then take a break for Y, and then get back to work — rinse/repeat).

      The flexibility is a massive boon for people who deal with mental illness, too. “Allowing” myself to take a day off when I feel overly anxious, tired, or depressed means I get back to work the next day with a refreshed, happier, and more focused mindset, subsequently producing better work. In previous “normal” jobs I’ve had, that wasn’t always possible; I had to work through a bad day and either became increasingly overstressed or worn out.

      If you have other questions, feel free to let me know and I’d be happy to help out! I’d also recommend visiting https://reddit.com/r/freelanceWriters/ (which I help moderate!).

      Thanks again for reading the post, and don’t give up on your desire to write!

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