Author: Allan Cooper (Page 4 of 6)

To Walk or Not to Walk? Why is it a Question?

Downtown Calgary, Alberta, Canada

The other day, I went for a walk with a friend. We climbed to the top of a hill where we could see the blue sky surrounding the downtown core and the mountains in the distance. I felt gratitude for the cool fresh air in my lungs and the beautiful expanse. You would think I would do this on my own all the time because it makes me feel good, but I don’t.

I have a confession to make. I really enjoy activities that are sedentary. I like to write, play solitaire, watch Netflix and sports. I am not one of those people who wake up early to jog or swim laps. I am more of a wake up late and remain in a cognitive fog until the afternoon kind of guy. I regularly go for walks with friends but rarely on my own. As a result, I can end up staying home wasting time on less meaningful activities which results in me feeling guilty and lethargic.

One of my challenges is I, like many people who have bipolar disorder, have ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder). People with ADHD have a problem with something called, “Task Initiation.” We struggle when a task requires the completion of multiple steps. A person without ADHD could decide to go for a walk and just leave. If you have ADHD, your thoughts will be like this: “What to wear? Where to go? Runners? Weather? Clothes? Should I leave now? Music? No Music? What time is it? Do I have time? Weather? Do I have time? Clothes? Runners? Jacket? Imagine having all these thoughts without any meaningful division or sequence. It is overwhelming and discouraging.

The other issue is my bipolar disorder makes me feel tired. My medication is sedating, and my version of the illness lowers my energy level. My body is constantly telling me it just wants to rest, and I battle with the urge to remain on the couch all day every day.

To combat these issues, I have decided to try a new strategy to help me go on walks on my own. I have prepared a comprehensive list of every minute step required to leave to go for a walk on my own and I have scheduled it on my calendar. I have downloaded a playlist on my phone that will make my walk on my own more enjoyable. I hope all of this will inspire me to create a positive loop where exercise improves my ADHD symptoms making Task Initiation less of a challenge.

World Bipolar Day

World Bipolar Day takes places tomorrow, March 30th, on the birthday of Vincent Van Gogh who was posthumously diagnosed as probably having bipolar disorder. An initiative of the International Bipolar Foundation (IBPF), the Asian Network of Bipolar Disorder (ANBD) and the International Society for Bipolar Disorder (ISBD) World Bipolar Day is dedicated to raising awareness, creating solidarity of support amongst people who have bipolar disorder and advocating for resources and funding for international initiatives that support research and services for people who have bipolar disorder. For more information on World Bipolar Day consult the official website.

In addition, Crest.Bd will be hosting their AMA (Ask Me Anything) event on Reddit. This online question and answer event will start at 11 am (MST) on Tuesday, March 30th, 2021 and it will continue for forty-eight hours.

To get involved in World Bipolar Day via social media click here. You can also consult the World Bipolar Day Facebook Page.

Making a donation to one of the following organizations that help people who suffer from bipolar disorder is another way to participate in the cause on World Bipolar Day.  

The Organization for Bipolar Affective Disorder (OBAD)

The International Bipolar Foundation (IBPF)

The International Society for Bipolar Disorders (ISBD)

If you have a blog or other social media presence, consider posting information and links regarding bipolar disorder and World Bipolar Day.

When I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in 1995, I was embarrassed and ashamed that I had the illness and lived in fear that people would find out I had it. In the last few years, stigma has improved substantially which has allowed me to speak and write about my experience with having bipolar disorder publicly however stigma is still very real. People continue to have issues with unfair treatment by employers, family and friends simply because they have a chronic illness that is often misunderstood. World Bipolar Day is dedicated to an international explosion of awareness, advocacy and fund raising that makes me feel hopeful that people with bipolar disorder will have a better life in the future.

The Battle Cry of the Slug

(Just as a little change of pace, this week I am sharing this story that was published in the Kerby News January 2018 edition.)

So, today I was sliming my way across a bike path and some young punk comes barrelling down the path on his bike and he almost hits me. Who the hell does he think he is!? Then, I looked around and discovered that some of my best friends were lying all over the path dead. All of them victims of squish-and-run perpetrators. 

I realized that I was very vulnerable being on the path and I began to panic. To my horror, I spotted a family of three off in the distance that was bearing down on me. The child was riding one of those particularly scary three wheeled death machines. I drew up all my energy and willed myself to slime and slide as fast as I could. If I had hair it would not have been blowing in the breeze because I realized something else that was also horrifying. I can’t move very fast.

With all of my muscles in my body tensed I focused on one thought, “Must slime and slide faster!”

The family of three was set on a furious pace heading straight for me. They were already five blocks away now. I looked towards the edge of the path and I saw my friend Zack. He made it! Zack had made it to the other side, and he was not a victim of one of those squish-and-run criminals. 

He looked at me with a determined look that only a slug can muster.  It said, “You can do it Morty. Slime and slide with your heart filled with bravery and courage. Our brothers have perished but you are special Morty. You will survive!”

With newfound confidence and resolve I glided along like a speed skater going 1 mm every 5 minutes. I can do it! Thank you, Zack. I believe I can make it now and I will be victorious on this day that no one will remember because we don’t really have brains!

As time past and I grew closer to the edge, I started to feel a sense of relief. I had almost made it. Zack sat there looking so proud of me and he gave me that look that says, “You’re alright kid, you’re alright.”

Luckily, the family of three had stopped for ice cream buying me a few precious moments for me to make it to safety. I continued to put everything into my sliming clinging to the hope that I may be able to defy the odds and survive this heinous senseless slaughter of slugs.

I had just about made it off the path when I managed to just avoid being struck by the adorable family of three.  I let out a huge gasp of relief. I did it. I overcame the odds. Despite having lost my brothers who had slid and slimed bravely on this day, I had survived, and I would live out the rest of my slug life with pride and as a tribute to them.

Then, I heard this beautiful dinging sound. Was the universe celebrating with me?  I looked to my left and I saw another one of those squish-and-run hooligans was speeding in my direction. I realized that he was heading directly for the family that tried to kill me. 

I said to myself, Justice will be served today. The squish-and-run evildoer will take out the murderous adorable family of three. As he came closer and closer the heavens again burst out in that beautiful ringing sound. The joy in the faces of the family members who were still oblivious of the dangerous carnage that was about to take place was going to make this moment even sweeter.

Just as the excitement in anticipation was starting to overwhelm me, I looked over at Zack hoping to share this glorious moment with him. Then, I heard one last ding and Zack was squished right in front of my light sensitivity eye spot. I turned to look at the family of three and they were unharmed. The squish-and-run bastard had deliberately avoided running into the adorable family because he spotted Zack and had that sick evil desire that these scumbags have to murder another slug. 

My initial feelings of horror and despair gave way to my body’s fight or flight instinct and I sped across the rest of the path for the next hour. Finally, feeling a tenuous sense of safety after I had gotten off the path, I turned to look back at all of the slug corpses. My mind struggled to comprehend such a tragic and devastating sight. I looked down at Zack laying beside me, his hideously squished body forever having the indelible look of horror when one is aware of their last moment before death. 

I began to weep and my whole body convulsed in grief. A few moments later, I think it was about two hours, a fire began to burn in my heart, and I was uplifted. I will not let your murder go unpunished Zack!  I will avenge my slug brothers and sisters who have given their lives on this day just to check out what was on the other side of the path!  And now that I think about it, I am not sure if I have sisters because we all kind of look the same but if I do I will avenge them too!

For the rest of my life all of my decisions will be tied to the cause that we slugs will one day emerge to be treated with dignity and respect and we will no longer be victims of these heinous slaughters that have plagued our kind for a really long time. I am not certain about the last part but that is my impression based on what I have witnessed today.  And I proclaim that one thing is true! That a time where slugs can live without fear and oppression might happen one day!

Dealing With Feelings of Guilt

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Guilt can act like a weight attached to your ankle that drags darkness into every aspect of your life. It can make you feel unworthy of joy and at its worse it can cause suicidal ideation. Strong feelings of guilt can develop for people with bipolar disorder after acute episodes cause behaviour that results in things like infidelity, spending a family’s life savings or irritable rage.

It is not my place to say if people with bipolar disorder deserve forgiveness. I obviously think we do but I would never want to invalidate how people feel. I can only speak to how people with bipolar disorder can have their best life while living with guilt. A person who is paralyzed by guilt will have a hard time taking action to get well.

Peer support can be helpful. For people who do not have bipolar disorder it can be difficult for them to separate the behaviour from the identity of the individual. People who have bipolar disorder clearly understand the symptoms of bipolar disorder, so this difference is obvious to them. Plus, they are likely suffering from issues of guilt as well so they can relate to these feelings. There is a kind of magic that happens when we share our stories of suffering with people who understand.

There is nothing you can do to change what happened but making choices to decrease the chances of it happening again can help. This includes taking medication regularly, sleep hygiene, peer support, physical activity, and minimizing your consumption of alcohol. It is possible these changes could help those around you get over the pain of the incident but it does not obligate them to do so.  

Family members can be supportive by finding help for themselves. Constantly reminding people who have bipolar disorder about their behaviour when they were not well is cruel. The memories are painful for us and we need to focus on the present. It is more helpful if family members can learn more about bipolar disorder and find their own support through counselling or peer support groups.

Feelings of guilt from my behaviour when I was not well have not completely dissolved for me. Even though I know it is not my fault I have bipolar disorder I still carry some guilt for things that have happened years and sometimes even decades ago. I have been fortunate that I have friends and family who have stuck by me despite the challenges of dealing with my behaviour when I am not well and my hope is that everyone is surrounded by people who value forgiveness and understanding.

Our Extraordinary Ability to Adapt

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Having a positive routine is crucial for people who have bipolar disorder to maintain a positive life. When Covid-19 hit Calgary and in-person contact became limited there was a good possibility that I could have become acutely ill. My routine keeps me active, connected to people and generally happy and motivated to take care of myself. I have been ok so far and I believe it is because of our ability as human beings to adapt to adverse circumstances.

I facilitate a peer support group for people with bipolar disorder at an agency called OBAD. When it was determined it was no longer safe to meet in person our meetings were cancelled temporarily. Then, our executive director, Kaj Korvela, learned how to get our meetings on zoom. At first, I was skeptical that online meetings were going to be effective, but our members have been able to find emotional connection with each other despite the change.  

I am no longer able to do my volunteer job because of Covid-19. This creates a certain angst for me because regularly helping people and being in contact with the positive staff helps me stay well. My psychiatrist proposed the idea that I teach myself crochet to get by until the pandemic is over. Learning this craft has allowed me to have a positive focus for my attention and it helps me stay in the present moment.

I attend a club that teaches you how to improve your public speaking skills called Toastmasters. When we were no longer able to meet in person our club learned how to do our meetings via zoom. We have had to learn new skills like having proper lighting, maintaining eye contact with the camera, and keeping our gestures visible to our virtual audience.  

None of this seems particularly impressive now. We have all become accustomed to it and we have an expectation that some activities and services should be available online. However, if someone told me in 2019 that my support group, toastmasters club and doctors appointments would all be online I would have had a hard time believing it. We have all learned to change our behaviour and expectations to get through this difficult time.

I wonder if we have not used our greatest strength to its potential. We clearly have a tremendous capacity to learn new skills to adapt to change. Problem solving techniques I am aware of are based on brainstorming and trouble shooting. What if we added, “Learning” to the list? What if we challenged ourselves to ask, “What can we learn to solve this problem?” I think it could empower us to find more thoughtful and creative solutions and improve our quality of life.

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Crochet Connection

I would describe myself as an extroverted introvert. I need my alone time and I need my not alone time. Most of the laughter and energetic spark in my life comes from interactions with people. Due to the isolation in my life because of Covid-19, I have not been able to do my volunteer job, play badminton, and go to coffee shops which has been hard on me.

Several weeks ago, I told my psychiatrist I felt terrible and I thought I might be having a depressive episode. After doing her assessment, she said that it was not a depressive episode, but stress caused by the isolation. The best solution we could come up with was teaching myself to crochet to promote a more positive state of mind and distract myself.

The first thing I tried to make was a hat. I spent more time untangling the yarn and unravelling all the stiches because of mistakes I made than making the hat. I felt like breaking my little wooden crochet hook in half and throwing it off my balcony. Then, I made mittens. I think the designers of the pattern live close to the equator because it had so many big holes that they offered little protection from the cold we experience in Canada.

Then, I received a request from a friend for a crocheted infinity scarf. I looked it up on YouTube and it looked like a scarf that is in a ring. I followed the instructions on the video, and when I was done my ring, it had a twist in it. I thought that was the reason it was called an infinity scarf. I found out infinity scarves do not have twists, so I undid the whole thing and remade it. When I saw my psychiatrist, she told me an infinite scarf with a twist is a mobius scarf. I wish I had known that before I took it apart.

I have continued to crochet despite the stress it causes me at times. Recently, I was making a scarf and I realized that it has a value beyond mindfulness and the satisfaction of creating something new. When I make something for someone, the care I put into making it is an extension of my feelings for them. This experience makes me feel connected to the people I love and reminds me that we are all still together even though our opportunities to occupy the same physical space have become limited.

The Impact of Mental Health Awareness Campaigns

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In my life, I have often heard people say that everyone has a mental illness. The intent is to make me feel better that I have one. Unfortunately, the statement is not true, and it does not make anyone who has a mental illness feel better.

There is a difference between mental health and mental illness. Mental health is concerned with ones’ overall mental well being just like physical health refers to our bodies’ state of wellness. Mental illnesses, like bipolar disorder, have symptoms that are unique to the illness. They can be debilitating and at times so severe that they require hospitalization.

I believe mental health awareness campaigns try to decrease stigma by promoting the idea that everyone has a mental illness. In my personal experience, this seems to be working to a certain extent because it has become more acceptable to have conversations about bipolar disorder. The problem is that it has created some confusion as well.  

No one is seeking a greater amount of pity because the nature of our suffering is unique to those who have bipolar disorder, but it is difficult to feel misunderstood. I am ok with the fact that I have bipolar disorder and my life experience is different from people who do not have it. To be honest, I am proud to share a personal connection to all the extraordinary individuals I have met who have bipolar disorder.  

In my opinion, bipolar disorder belongs in the physical health category more than the mental health category anyway. I see a specialized medical doctor, called a psychiatrist, for treatment of my bipolar disorder. When I see her, she asks me about my physical symptoms such as how many hours per night I am sleeping, if I am having difficulty concentrating or if I have the capacity to experience enjoyment. This assessment informs her decisions on the medication she prescribes for me.  

Stigma still exists. A lack of understanding of the nature of mental illnesses can cause employers to perceive employees who have one as lazy or incompetent. People who have other health problems are often treated with more compassion. Friends and family members can interpret the opinions and emotional reactions of people with mental illnesses as symptoms of their illness which is invalidating and hurtful.

Mental health awareness campaigns have opened the door to discussions on mental illness. Now, we have the opportunity to clarify what it means to have one. This understanding would decrease stigma giving people who have mental illnesses a greater chance to thrive and contribute to society.

The Power of Peer Support

This blog was published by the International Bipolar Foundation a couple of years ago. The meetings that I describe in this blog have gone online now because of Covid-19 but they have been just as powerful as they were when we met in person.

The Power of Peer Support

By: Allan G. Cooper

“Psychiatrists can tell you about the ocean by reading about it and seeing it in their practice but we know what it’s like to be in the water”.

This is how my co-worker Ray explains peer support. We work for an agency called OBAD, the Organization for Bipolar Affective Disorder, in Calgary, Canada. We facilitate drop in peer support groups for people with the illness.

When I went to my first meeting, I was experiencing another crippling depressive episode. My connection to life seemed to be fading away and I was on the verge of losing my job. I only had enough energy to barely feed myself and lie in bed obsessing about suicide.

I called the distress centre line in Calgary and they put me through to the Mental Health Mobile Response Team. They came to my home to meet me and they suggested I go to an OBAD meeting.

I could barely find the energy to walk and forming a sentence in a social setting seemed impossible. I hated support groups. I felt like they just confirmed the fact that I was different from everyone else. But, I had become hopeless and I was desperate to find anything to make the pain stop.

At my first meeting, I sat with my head down avoiding eye contact with everyone. Partially because I can be shy around new people but mostly because I was just exhausted.

When the meeting started I was surprised that the facilitators also had bipolar. As we went around the room, people talked about whatever they felt like including suicide, psychosis or sometimes they just talked about their day.

When it was my turn, I was nervous at first but one of the facilitators gently coaxed me into sharing with the group. Reluctantly, I began to talk about my life and that is when I first experienced the magic of peer support.

I told them about my suicidal thoughts and my shame for having them along with the perception that I was a coward because I couldn’t do it. I told them that I was afraid of losing my job, my friends and financial stability. Everyone nodded in understanding as I spoke.

When people said words of encouragement to me they started with, “when I was going through …”. Everyone, including the facilitators, talked from the perspective of their own personal experiences. It was like opening a can of instant hope.

Sometimes, when people who don’t have bipolar ask me about our meetings they find it confusing.

“So, do you guys have topics?”

“Nope.”

“Do you have coffee and snacks?”

“Nope”.

“Do you have a list of rules on the board and write down goals?”

“Nope”.

“I don’t get it. What’s the point?”

The fact that they don’t get it is precisely the point. When you attend an OBAD meeting you can relax and take off the costume of pretending to be perfectly fine. You can be in a severe depressive episode and not be able to say a word and the group will genuinely congratulate you for making it to the meeting.

If you are hypomanic and babble on and on, the group may help you by dropping hints or sharing stories of the damage that hypomania can do to your life. Or, we just listen and when you come down from the high there is no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed because we all understand.

After I started to attend meetings regularly my life started to turn in a positive direction. I did not lose my job and I was able to achieve a lengthy period of stability after that first meeting.

The shame I had of having the illness dissipated and the tips I learned from the facilitators and other members of the group proved to be invaluable.

Seven years ago, I became one of the facilitators of the group. I have had the privilege of seeing the progress of people’s recovery first hand. The day someone is able to smile after an extended period of suffering is special to me. They are usually not aware of the change because the transition is so gradual but it is a distinct moment for me.

If you have bipolar disorder even though it may feel like it at times you are not alone. You share a special connection to some of the most extraordinary people in the world. We are in this together and with the help of our peers we can stay well and find joy in our lives despite the suffering.

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