Ten Years Since My Bipolar Disorder Breakdown - Story & Music

Ten Years Since My Bipolar Disorder Breakdown

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This is the second installment of a two-part story. Last week, singer-songwriter and mental health advocate Meg Hutchinson explored her experiences with bipolar 1 disorder; her symptoms, hospitalizations and her struggle. Follow this link to read part one. Read on for part two of Meg’s journey of recovery.

 


 

I was in and out of the hospital three times that summer. The first and third times I checked myself in and the middle time, following the pond episode, my sister Tess had me committed. I will always see that as the most loving thing she’s ever done for me. I quickly realized that I needed to be kept safe. My time in the hospital saved my life but it was not a comfortable experience. 

It was very difficult for me to try to reorient my brain without anything familiar around me. It was a small-town hospital with limited resources. It was incredibly comforting when someone took the time to just have an ordinary conversation with me. One nurse discovered how much I loved Ireland. He had written a book about his travels there. He always smiled this wonderful mischievous smile that made me feel like I was a friend instead of a patient. There was another volunteer who led a weekly sing-a-long. He loaned me an extra guitar.

The most healing experience I had while I was inpatient was the night that “Waterfall”visited. Waterfall was a volunteer yoga/meditation instructor. She led us through a gentle session of seated yoga with breathing exercises. That night I was able to sleep for four hours—more than any other night during the twenty-one days I was hospitalized.

In the midst of my terror and suffering that summer I became aware of something extraordinary. I became aware of a “witness” consciousness that was able to observe my malfunctioning brain. The more my brain deteriorated the more aware I became of the part of my mind that was able to observe my illness. This consciousness was able to move my brain toward reorientation and integration.

Every few hours while I was hospitalized we were allowed “courtyard breaks.” These breaks consisted of fifteen minute sessions in a fully enclosed outdoor cement yard with benches where many of my fellow inpatients would sit and smoke. There was one basketball and a hoop. I spent the majority of the time working with the ball and trying to make sense of my strangely numb body. When I tried to pass the ball from my right hand to my left I had no idea where my left hand was. The ball would go bouncing off to the farthest wall of the courtyard and I would repeatedly chase after it. Trying to make a basket was even more absurd. I had no spatial sense and the ball would often miss the net by a huge margin. Yet I persevered because this effort in concentration and coordination resulted in momentary islands of clarity. In these brief reprieves my thinking became more fluent. Practicing this repeated movement of the ball from right to left hand was doing something significant to my brain.

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The impulse to reorient my brain did not seem to be coming from the brain itself. The overwhelming message from my brain was a deafening emergency alarm. There was a shrill and constant alert system in my brain saying “abort abort abort!” The message from the brain was acutely suicidal: “YOU NEED TO DIE to end this confusion and suffering!” This emergency message was so primal and so loud that it was similar to starvation or dying of thirst. It was a primitive, biological impulse that I had never realized was possible.

Yet, despite this desperation to die, the witness consciousness was fighting valiantly for life. The witness mind would not give up this movement toward reintegration. It was pushing me toward any activity that would untangle the knots in my brain. These activities included walking up and down the hospital corridor trying to count my laps. I had to remember down the length of the short corridor that I was on lap ten, then lap eleven and twelve. The effort to concentrate during the length of that short corridor was nearly impossible but my mind seemed intent on this practice.

After my final hospitalization I completed a day program for several more weeks. Although I was diligent about taking medication it took almost two months to find something that would help me sleep. It’s hard to describe how terrifying the brain can feel after weeks and weeks of sleep deprivation. It was like living in a war zone, constantly in a state of intense anxiety.

It was late August by the time I slept long enough to have my first dream. I dreamt that I was a refugee fleeing a war-torn country. Thousands of other refugees were walking up this steep mountain trail with me. The earth was grey and dusty but we were all wearing the brightest colors. We carried our belongings on our backs. I woke with a tremendous sense of hope and freedom. The following night I had a dream that I was running down a forest path. Everything was lush and green. I ran faster and faster until I lifted right off the ground and began to fly. These dreams will stay with me forever. I wrote a song called “Home.”

 

I’ve been getting better these days, and I’ve been sleeping in my own bed again

 

I’ve been dreaming in full color, goodbye sorrow I’ve found another way

 

To stay.

 


 

It’s been exactly ten years since my breakdown. These years have been hard work but they have brought tremendous joy and peace. I’ve been diligent about treatment and medication. I’ve been in therapy for ten years and I’ve made big lifestyle changes. At one point a therapist even teased me for being a “straight A patient” because I kept a notebook in which I charted my mood, my medications, my sleep, and a basic summary of each day.

To this day I find it helpful to make notes in my calendar if I’m making a medication adjustment or noticing changes in mood and brain function. I also see a nutritionist who’s helped me understand what a vital role our diet and gastrointestinal health play in managing these brain illnesses. In addition to medication I still take high quality fish oil, probiotics, a food-based multivitamin and extra vitamin D3.

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When you go through something so hard you learn what you’re made of. Experiencing a “dark night of the soul” gave me a deeper compassion for other people’s suffering, though it took many years for me to come to terms with my own shame. The year after my breakdown I signed a record deal and played 137 gigs. I was determined to be stronger and more ambitious than ever to prove that mental illness couldn’t stop me. That attitude was dangerous for me. I pushed myself so hard. In those early years of recovery I was still trying to live my old lifestyle. I was still drinking too much with my friends and agreeing to arduous tour schedules. I remember quite a few nights lying in hotel rooms, jet-lagged and exhausted, feeling like my brain was so ragged––so breakable still.

 


 

The turning point in my recovery came in 2009 when I met a Tibetan Buddhist Lama (spiritual teacher) and began to study at his meditation center. Within a year of attending his meditation classes I began to notice substantial changes in my life. My sleep became more restorative. My attention increased. My sense of well-being improved. I moved from a state of stabilization to a state of flourishing. It was the first time in my life that I gave myself permission to slow down, to stop trying to be perfect, to truly take care of myself.

Medication had been stabilizing my brain for three years, and it does to this day, but meditation began to actually heal me. I started a yoga practice and began to get at the roots of some of my trauma from that summer. I stopped drinking. I felt allergic to alcohol. The more I meditated and practiced yoga the more I was able to reduce my medications with my psychiatrist’s supervision––going off of two medications and remaining on the lowest therapeutic dose of the third.

Meditation practice strengthened that “witness mind” that I had first experienced in the hospital. Neuroscience is now proving that meditation has tremendous power to change the structure and function of the brain. I have felt these changes in my own life. These seven years that I’ve studied with my teacher have been some of the most peaceful and fulfilling years of my life.

I feel healed but I don’t feel cured. What I mean is that I’ve accepted that I will always be managing an illness of the brain, but it no longer defines me. I feel that, through meditation and yoga and therapy, I’ve been able to really look at the roots of the illness and to develop a sense of inner freedom and stability. There are still low periods and there are still times of exuberance, but I have a strong and healthy mind that is helping me manage an illness of the brain.

Music has been one of my greatest companions throughout this nineteen-year journey. The songs have known me before I knew myself. The songs have given me courage on days when I had nothing left. They have helped me turn this pain and suffering into something I can use. The songs have helped me become a mental health advocate and have given me a vehicle through which I can process and transform my experience. Songwriting allows me to create a beautiful mosaic out of the broken pieces of my life. I’m not sure I would have made it through without the singing.

I’ve found that being open about my illness has brought me so much closer to the people in my life. What I’ve learned in these ten years is that almost no life goes untouched in some way by mental illness. Almost everyone I speak with knows a friend or relative who has struggled and yet, most of the time, it’s still not talked about. Each individual story that gets shared helps to change the way we view these illnesses, and these people. These are illnesses of the brain; they’re not something we should blame ourselves for. These illnesses are treatable and, if we can get rid of the shame and the discrimination, we can save so many lives.

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I wrote this song “Seeing Stars” when I first returned to Boston after my breakdown. I was walking down by my favorite reservoir with my dog. The lake was so beautiful with the moon rising over it. I felt so grateful to be alive.

Evening light on a gravel path, I could be scared but I’ve had enough of that

 

Big old moon, rising up, even in this light you might see scars

 

But me, yeah me, I’m only seeing stars.

 

Meg’s new album, “How Many Miles”, which includes this acoustic version of “Seeing Stars” is available for purchase in iTunes and on Amazon.

 


EDITOR IN CHIEF: Bud Clayman | EDITOR: Gabriel Nathan | DESIGN: Leah Alexandra Goldstein | PHOTOGRAPHY: Asia Kepka
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Meg Hutchinson

Meg Hutchinson is an award-winning songwriter, poet and recording artist on Red House Records and has toured widely in North America and Europe. Meg is a mental health advocate and member of the Active Minds Speakers Bureau. Meg speaks about recovery and mental health literacy at conferences, schools and hospitals nationwide. She is currently a Dean's Fellow in the Mdiv program at Boston University's School of Theology training to become an interfaith chaplain. Learn more on her website at meghutchinson.com.

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  • Pat Montgomery

    Part two of my cure was seeing immediately on 60 minutes–right before I had to sell my house and move for a job I found on Monster dotcom I found after the alphabiotics–that was a relevant story on 60 minutes about using 1.3 oxygen pressure therapy to restore the deadened nerves in my left brain half. So I went to a chiro clinic in the same area Micheal Jackson had his treatments with Oxygen with regular half hour session where I went into the plastic tent-lie chamber, layed down and read (quite relaxing) I also became a scuba diver out in CA for extra assurance during that year there before another lay-off or firing. It seems since my physical symptoms did not show up until 10 years later (which makes this condition so insidious!) with the numb left eye and leg getting shorter and shorter. Anyways happy to have used half 1 of your story Meg to patch old wounds with my large family of ten. The Universe speaks very quickly to me now it seems with immediate answers like yours when needed from a friend on facebook after he saw my facebook test which helped me connect with your story on his post after my right brain left brain facebook 20 question test said I am today 10% more usage of the right brain but again, I was always a left hander into good music which helped me along the way. The drugs and alcohol like you just quelled the symptoms and kind of delayed my cure I guess. Maybe if was the other brain half, in my engineering career I could have invented a brilliant new electromechanical product? Instead of being fired 5 times in a row by bosses that didn’t quite understand my condition and fell into their own collective for bosses of using my past history somehow reading it and firing for no reason. People do have their comfort zones. For example, do Americans know that Reagan the Republican started our huge debt? I voted for George Bush Jr. as I thought his Democrat opponent from TN would be more budget conscious…little did we know then as a country. Well facebook also has gotten me my current job which seems to continue from where I left off 5 years into the mental-only part of the imbalance and I am very happy with my solution–and brain. You are truly a wonder to behold and I will have to check out some of your tunes and my friend who posted your story is a very good musician as well. Keep healthy as I learned to do from my poor friends at the weekly meal I went to called “Loaves and Fishes” from the Bible. It really saved me as did my mountain biking in nature, the bands who were always bringing me ecstatic joy, Dr. Mercola (my internet doctor at the Library where my job WAS JOB SEARCHING) and that little school in Texas that only teaches Alphabiotics…Oh yeah the guy who did it for the $5 show rate said most people are dehydrated and so drink a lot of water in the morning and I always got mine from the local well free of fluoride…but yes your daily shower give 10X more than what you drink per day and you have to be rich to afford a reverse osmosis machine and it lower children’s test scores so yes, now years later I am as dumb as the bossed who fired me for no reason. But I am drug free and rarely drink now and just taught our India factory a new quality protocol so that an old band I loved to see in those bipolar days won’t have issues during their concert with my mechanical system we are on! Funny how it all comes around in life like a donut until we all stop running and take time for ourselves…my skew on the bible saying I always use: Point a finger and three point back at you! Atchu!!!

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