I don’t even know where to start (good post)

Posted on May 14, 2007

I would never in a million years have guessed what has happened over the past two months.

Yes, I am still pregnant, baruch Hashem! Four and a half months and counting. Baby seems to be doing well and I should start feeling movements any time now. I have developed gestational diabetes for the third time in as many pregnancies, and while I have to inject insulin twice a day so far, and test my blood sugar four times a day, I’m doing okay with that. I don’t enjoy the needle pricks, but I do like knowing that I’m taking care of myself and my baby by doing so.

That isn’t the zinger though. The event that blew my mind is this:

Apparently, I am not bipolar and have been living with the wrong diagnosis for 13 years.

Here is the background. Remember when I was really depressed in January? I was referred to a psychiatrist and a psychiatric physician’s assistant back then, but didn’t get an appointment until April. I guess a lot of people need psychiatric help. I had an in-depth intake and several long appointments. They reviewed my psychiatric history over the past 17 years and had one question: how did I get the bipolar diagnosis?

I remember that part well. It was 1994. I was hospitalized for the second time in six months and my doctors convinced me to begin medication. To determine what meds I should be on, I had to answer a ton of questions about my moods.

Did my depression last for more than two weeks? Yes.
Did it interfere with my ability to live life? Yes.
Did I ever feel like I had a lot of energy? Yes.
What did I do with that energy? Clean, organize, shop.
Did I find it hard to sleep when I had this extra energy? Yes.
Did this extra energy alternate with the depression? Sort of. I never had the extra energy during my deepest depressions.
And so on.

There was no question about episodic depression, and one doctor suspected bipolar. So I was put on an anti-psychotic, a mood stabilizer. I was told that if this stabilized my moods, I was bipolar. If I didn’t react to it, then I wasn’t.

It stabilized my moods. Sort of. I wasn’t sad but I wasn’t happy either. I was just mildly depressed all the time. I lived life like a zombie. I did this for two years and finally couldn’t stand feeling like I was just taking up space. I weaned off the meds and found that exercise, avoiding sugar, and a strong spiritual/religious life kept me pretty grounded most of the time. My depressive episodes slowed to two bad times per year–October and January–and two more mild episodes in April and July. My psychiatrist at the time told me to keep doing what I was doing, and eventually ended treatment.

Fast forward to April 2007. I was asked more detailed questions about these energy surges.

Did I ever feel invincible? No.
Did I ever take risks that put me or others in harm’s way? No.
Was this excess energy goal-directed or generalized to everything? It was always goal-directed. That’s why I couldn’t sleep. I was so excited about my grand plans for whatever I was about to do (as in finding that perfect clock radio), that I couldn’t wait until morning.

Then they asked other things:

Do I ever feel anxious in social situations? Yes. Always.
Do I ever worry about something that may or may not happen in the future? Constantly.
Do I ever have physical symptoms from my worrying? Yes–lack of sleep, headaches, stomachaches, sore muscles.
What do I do when I feel anxious? Clean, organize, shop.


There is nothing here, the psychiatrist said while patting my very fat psychiatric file, to indicate mania. Episodic depression, yes. Anxiety, yes. And a high likelihood of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Even indications of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder–a type of anxiety disorder. But not mania. Every episode I had where I had to clean my kitchen until it sparkled, or shop for the perfect clock radio, or reorganize all the bookshelves? Anxiety attacks.

After a month of appointments, they are about to toss the bipolar diagnosis. My new diagnosis is Major Depression, General Anxiety Disorder with Obsessive Compulsive Features, and Seasonal Affective Disorder. And the reason for the recurring depressive episodes–roughly every three months? Most likely a hormonal imbalance.

As it turns out, the Prozac I’m on is what they’d first recommend for the depression and anxiety. And I don’t have to worry about triggering a manic episode. Come September, we will develop a plan for when the baby is born, since I have a documented track record for severe postpartum depression. After that, probably after the baby weans, we’ll look at other options, and both have said that I will be a full participant in deciding which option to try in what order. But medication may be some combination of an antidepressant and hormones.

This has completely changed my identity. Here I have worried, sometimes excessively, about triggering a manic episode, and the worry itself is part of what’s wrong.

And yet it’s a relief. It feels more right than the “atypical bipolar II” ever felt. I don’t have to explain how my manic episodes aren’t like everyone else’s manic episodes. Now when I get the urge to clean (and it’s not just prior to Pesach), I ask myself if I’m anxious about anything. So far, I always am. I try to deal with what I’m anxious about instead and that helps a lot.

The best part is, I feel like I can finally get the help I need for what’s really going on with me, and that, I believe, will better my life not only for me but also my entire family.


  1. Anonymous

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  2. Irina Tsukerman

    Such great news! I’m glad to hear that you’re now working with specialists who know what they are doing! : )

  3. Jack Steiner

    Wow. It sounds like this could be a major turning point for you.

  4. Looking Forward

    wow, mazel tov I guess.

    and yes, bipolar really does get over diagnosed.

  5. Scraps

    I’m so glad that you were finally able to get a correct diagnosis! Granted, it would be much better if you’d been correctly diagnosed in the first place, but better late than never. It sounds like the psychiatrists you’re working with now really know their stuff, and they’ll really help you out.

  6. mother in israel

    Wow. I have heard that bipolar is being overdiagnosed. It sounds like you are in the hands of a competent, caring team.

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