PF 46

I recently gave up on my fight with Bipolar. I had had it. I've been living (or not living) with this horrible disease since I was in my teens. I had a plan, I knew I was done and I was ready. I packed a bag full of my medications and started drinking. I couldn't take it anymore. This life is not for me. My mother discovered me and found out what I was doing. She begged me to stop and to find help. I've been to countless therapists. I've done a ton of medications. I've been to lots of Psychiatrists. I've even done 20 sessions of Electroconvulsive therapy (ECT). ECT is shock therapy, right out of the 1950's like One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest with Jack Nicholson. I have done Ketamine. NOTHING worked. She said I know but we have to keep trying. She found some office in Sarasota that says they have help for Bipolar Disorders. She dragged me there and I said sure I'll try it. I started feeling better in the first few sessions but I had so many other stressors in my life I couldn't really tell. By the time I completed the 20 session protocol (I went in almost every day) I had no more depression and no mania. I am no longer suicidal and I have no depression. I would've been happy with a 50% reduction in my symptoms. I got 100%. I don't even know what to do with myself. I'm pointing my toes in new directions and don't even know where to start. Thank you Dr. Schindeler, you've saved my life! My mother loves you!

Written by THE BIPOLAR CENTER