Bipolar Disorder Support Group
Bipolar disorder is not just a single disorder, but a category of mood disorders marked by periods of abnormally high energy and euphoria, often accompanied by bouts of clinical depression. This is the place to talk about your experience with bipolar disorder, learn from others' experiences, and find support.
I spoke to my pdocs and things are good now. I am on Seroquel for psychotic tendencies and after a while that did not knock me out ( been on it about 2 years now up to 300 mg dosage). I take benzos throughout the day as necessary and they ARE addictive. :( I'm still up and it is after midnight. I can sleep as late as I want tomorrow so that isn't an issue for me.
My pdoc told me that if I was laying in bed ruminating about things for 15 to 20 minutes just get up and do something relaxing and soothing not something to rev me up more. He said that actually laying there and ruminating about stuff would rev me up more and he was right I have found.
While most of this reply is not related to medication I do have another suggestion.
Make your bedroom set up so that successful sleep could be a byproduct don't know as this is the right word to use but an oasis maybe? Meaning no TV, no computer, alarm clocks are OK, but nothing else electronic with the exception in my case at least of an iPod as the iPod wakes me up when I need an alarm and sometimes I need soothing music to calm down.
Oasis = Refuge, Sanctuary, Haven, Retreat.
When my bedroom is not in order I do not sleep as well. My point in all this is just the suggestion that the actual room one sleeps in and how it is set up can have an impact on a person for good or bad. Just my feeling on this not fact in everyone's book I am sure.
If indeed you are addicted to the meds we will be here for you to help see you through.
Best Wishes
But I still had refills, so one day I had it refilled," just in case." I went home - it was a Thursday afternoon - and decided to go to bed early, watch a movie on my laptop, have a nice long restful weekend. The next thing I remember was my phone ringing on Sunday late morning. I'd taken the whole bottle (30 pills, 10mg). In between, I had apparently driven to the store and bought my first pack of cigarettes in 20 years, locked my keys in the ignition while the car was still running, talked to two police officers in my bedroom when they came over for a welfare check after my frantic sister called them, cooked and ate a tart. That was almost a year ago and I have not taken a sleeping pill since. I was a bad addict.
I've had enough of this.