So, all of my life I've been a "closet" Obsessive-Compulsive, or so I thought. What I thought were quirks, were really freaking people out. After years of serious depression/insomnia, SSRI's, sleeping pills, and now the recent death of my father (what a tailspin THAT has me into!), I finally see a PsychMD. He tells me that I am Bipolar II with hypomanic OCD episodes. That was a shocker! Although the OCD is always there, it flies off the charts during the hypomanic times. I'm reading the diagnostic criteria, and it's like I'm checking off a grocery list of my life. I'm 10 days into Lamictal, and 50mg Seroquel.
You guys can probably imagine what's going through this ill brain of mine, cause I'm guessing you've been there. Part of me is scared, and part of me feels like "Lock me up, already, just leave me alone". I'm just tired of feeling like garbage, and like I'm always going to feel this way. Any comments, advice, hell - even a dirty joke would help at this point.