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Originally Posted by comicgeek007
I'm not sure how helpful this is, but I'd have loved to have a parent that both understood and was there for me. My (refusing to be treated) bipolar mother tried to convince me to kill myself when I was 15. Having a parent that was going through treatment with me would have been awesome, from my perspective.
I hate taking drugs, too. I take seroquel and zoloft every day - and zoloft used to keep me up all the time, I found going for a run helps a little the nights seroquel just won't knock me out. I usually just run and exercise for hours until I can get rid of all my manic energy... which might make me depressed some times, so that's probably not a good idea either, but at least I can sleep.
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Comicgeek, I am so sorry that you were in a household with such a sick parent. I am glad that you were able to have enough wits about you to seek treatment. I grew up in an abusive house (can't call it home!), so I understand your desire to have an experience that you never will get. Even now, in my comfortable surroundings, I sometimes get so sad about the life I never had. I suppressed these feeling for years, and now I am processing them in therapy.
I am surprised that running sometimes makes you depressed. I have to make myself exercise, but when I do, I get some minor relief for a little while. I hope you have a support system in place. It sounds like you have a lot to deal with.
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