In your personal experience, do you think it's possible (or even common) to be mistakenly diagnosed as bipolar?
I've spent the past few years--first on lexapro, now on effexor xr-- coping with what I believed was life-long depression/anxiety, and these diagnoses/prescriptions were given by my primary care physician. I finally decided that I would benefit from talking to a psychiatrist about the medication, and would seek some form of talk therapy.
The psychiatrist told me, based on what I told her about my behaviours and my lifestyle while on the meds (some sexual promiscuity/compulsion), that not only were these drugs the wrong class of medication for me, but that it was likely that I might be bipolar and that I could possibly benefit from
Lamictal.
I told her that I was familiar with all the flavours of bipolar disorder but that I didn't consider myself at all bipolar and had never experienced any real manic episodes. I am meeting with her again in a week to talk about weaning off the Effexor and trying something else (though not necessarily Lamictal). Part of me thinks I should get a second opinion. But another part of me is (perhaps foolishly) hoping that
this could explain the years of feeling torpid, lazy, uninspired, easily distracted/discouraged.
Are any MeFites willing to share their experiences, either as bipolar or being mistakenly diagnosed as such? Am I right to be circumspect? I've read all the other AskMe bipolar threads but haven't found an answer to this particular question. Thank you.
Now, Instead of taking meds to straighten myself out I take responsibility for my own actions and recognize that I'm the only person that controls my thoughts/feelings/beliefs. Instead of looking for excuses for my behavior, I look for reasons for my behavior and then I make a conscious effort to change my behavior. Prior to accepting responsibility for the way my life was going I spent most winters as an anti-social hermit, much of that time in bed bemoaning my existence, and "why oh whying" about my lot in life. The pills didn't help and I mostly got mad at myself for "needing" them. I didn't throw myself off of a bridge (Oct 2003) because, get this: I didn't know who would look after my dog! After recognizing how ridiculous everything in my life had become I threw the pills off the bridge instead (figuratively), and started thinking and then acting instead of reacting and then thinking. It's made a world of difference.
I presently feel better than I have in almost 12 years and am accomplishing more than I have in the same period of time. I'm certainly not disputing that some people need meds or are bipolar but I, without a doubt, feel that doctors love to dish out the meds as a first resort rather than a last.
posted by dobbs at 2:49 PM on May 20, 2005