Living With The Fearsome Foursome

I have introduced you to Bip, the bipolar dragon, and to Pots, post-traumatic stress dragon. I have also introduced you to the twins, Ann (anxiety) and Nick (panic).

Bip has been an intimate part of my life for over four decades.

Pots is relatively young at a little over 20 years.

I’m not sure when Ann and Nick joined the group, but I know that they have been around for at least 25 years.

As much as these four “friends” have made my life a living hell at times I have learned much from them that has made a tremendous difference in my life.

Emotions Do Not Control Actions

Because of the chemical imbalance that causes bipolar my emotions were very rarely predictable. I was often depressed when things were going perfectly. I would be angry for no reason whatsoever.

Even though my emotions were random, life kept going. I still had chores to do. School and homework never went away. My goals of college and success stayed the same.

I learned that methodical planning and having mile posts to easily measure my progress made my goals possible even when I was having a difficult time.

Circumstances Don’t Have to Dictate

With the emotional challenges that are inherent to my illness I occasionally made some very stupid decisions. Some were life changing, others were expensive and then there were those that were just embarrassing.

The biggest change came when my boyfriend and I became pregnant. I was 16 and he was 17. My boyfriend had just graduated high school.  I had just completed my junior year of high school.

Needless to say, both families were disappointed and a little angry with us. We discussed our options as follows:

  1. I could go live with relatives, have the baby, and then put it up for adoption.
  2. I could stay home, have the baby, and then put it up for adoption.
  3. I could stay home, have the baby, and I could keep it.
  4. I could stay home, have the baby and he could keep it.
  5. We could get married, have the baby, and make a go of it.

My boyfriend had just joined the military, so he had a steady job. We did love each other and decided to make a go of it. With our parents’ permission and assistance, we “eloped”. Both families drove from California to Reno and we got married.

We moved in with his mother until he left for military training and then I went home to my parents. We were married for 14 years and have 5 beautiful children. My only regret, he left.

Choice and Consequences

Things would have been much different if I had not made the choices I did.Emerald Green Grad Cap

Knowing myself as I did, I knew I had to complete high school before the baby was born or I would not finish. I did finish high school graduating with honors one week before our daughter was born.

We had a good marriage despite the difficulties of age and illness. We chose to work at it and became the best of friends.  For a time.

Life is a Choice

LaRiviere4 March 1998After my marriage ended, the only anchor to life was my children. Bip, Pots, Ann and Nick had pretty much destroyed my mental and physical health at that point. My parents came and got me and the children.

The heart-break filled me with anger. The exhaustion took away my will to live. I spent three weeks in the psych ward at our local hospital.  The only memories I have are a few mental snapshots. The one thing I remember most clearly is when my doctor asked me why I wasn’t dead.

I chose to live even though it was the hardest and most painful thing I have ever done. It has been a long journey back to the world of the living. Some really stupid choices made the journey harder and longer than it needed to be and I almost didn’t make it.

The key is I kept choosing life. I wanted to see my children grow up. I wanted to be there for them.

It Is Oh So Worth it!

I spent 15 years fighting to find my path back into life.  I have spent another 6 years trying to find the proper balance, so I don’t fall back.  I still slip some days, but I just keep choosing to get back up.

Out of some of my most stupid decisions I have found some of my greatest joys.

  • My second marriage was an absolute disaster, but I have the sweetest little girl who brightens my life.
  • My best friend is my mother. Who’d have thought?!
  • I have the best relationship with my father who is proud of who I have become.
  • I have the most beautiful grandchildren.Girls in the Rain

I look back at all the things that I would have missed and am grateful for the choices I made.

Do I wish that Bip, Pots, and the twins weren’t a part of my life? Sometimes. But they are and that is just how it is.

I am grateful for what I have learned about myself.

I have met the most amazing people along the way.

Life is good because I choose it.

32 thoughts on “Living With The Fearsome Foursome

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  23. Fawn,
    Your writing style although very funny of course talks about a very important topic that is not just something you have dealt with but countless people. I wish you all the best on your personal journey in are very brave.


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  27. I love teenagers. You just need a flop spot, a safe place designated for them to talk and you to keep your mouth closed. If they know that there will be no fighting, yelling, recriminations, punishments for what they say, they will start to talk about what is really important to them. If it is a problem, then you need to make an appointment to discuss it later and someplace else. This gives you time to calm down (find someplace to scream, yell, swear, etc.) so that you will be able to discuss it calmly (hopefully). The someplace else takes them away from the safe place so that it remains just that, safe.

    Enjoy your teenagers.


  28. I have 2 daughters that are fast approaching some scary teenage years. It’s nice to hear that what I might view as a tragedy for them (teen pregnancy) can grow into something good with time. These teen years are starting to make me nervous….


  29. You are welcome Elvira. This is the reason I started this blog. There are people like you and me who need a helping hand and encouragement. I hope that by telling my story I can give others hope.

    You are a beautiful and wonderful lady. Don’t forget that. Thanks for stopping by.


  30. Your blog gave me chills. I felt like crying and laughing at the same time. I thank you for such an open post about something that is so hard to deal with. I know what you go through because I suffer from all of the above. My children are what keep me anchored. A psychiatrist once told me that I was responsible for the choices I made not my illness. I thought he was wrong because I have made some really bad choices when not medicated. Reading your blog you bring it all into perspective. Thank you again.


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