Phooey! I got a call from my caseworker late this afternoon. There are changes happening where I get my mental health services. One of the changes is that my caseworker — let’s call him “A” — will not be with me after the first of the month. In a matter of days, I will have a new caseworker.
“A” has been a staunch supporter, ally, cheerleader, confidant, and friend to me. One time, my insurance declined to provide authorization for a certain medicine my doctor prescribed for me, and “A” got involved. He called them, got straight to the point, listed all my symptoms as to why I needed this particular drug, and did not take no for an answer. The call lasted approximately 30 minutes. He is fearless and unstoppable when it comes to getting what his clients need.
“A” is a genuinely good man. He cares about his clients. He introduced me to the job that I currently do.
The music is something I like and celebrates the milestone of 100 entries to this blog.
I have been sick. Again. During my week off training. Again. The last week-long break I had, I was sick with a terrible head cold. Either the same thing returned, or I had something different. I’m feeling much better today, and I’m getting excited about going to my final week of training. I’ll be there from Monday to Friday next week.
The third week of training was trying, to say the least. The subject matter was great, but the delivery left something to be desired. Unfortunately, the style of the training changed. Where it had been trainee centered, it became a lecture. For the first two days, in fact, we sat and listened. It was not pleasant. By day three, we were given the chance to do some serious role playing, and that was enormously helpful.
Week four promises to return to the trainee centered nature of a collaborative environment. We’ll be studying more about WRAP and specifically about facilitating groups of individuals designing their own plans. When we finish this week, we will be trained to work with individuals with mental illness on their recovery journeys and with groups in WRAP and Seeking Safety. It’s already proved itself useful in my life, and I am excited about the prospect of reaching out to others and encouraging them to make strides in recovery.
As I look over these few words here, I’m astonished at the change from so much of the previous writing. I have hope today. I mentioned that word in my regular therapy session yesterday, and my psychologist perked up. She mentioned that she thought it was the first time I’d ever used it in her hearing. I couldn’t remember using it there either.
I’m still an alcoholic. I still have bipolar disorder. I still take medicine to control the mental illness. None of that has changed.
But I have changed. I’m brighter inside.
My caseworker noticed it this week, too. He said that I looked better despite the cold. The change shows outside.
I am enormously grateful for where I have been and more for where I am today and most for where I am headed. I survived a fatal disease, alcoholism. I’ve battled the giant of mental illness, and yet I’m going to a place I believe will give me fulfillment I’ve never had.
Once when meditating in my happy place, I asked what I was supposed to learn in this life, and the answer came instantly. “Learn how to help.” Finally, I’m doing just that. I’m learning. It’s helped me. Sooner than I can guess, I’ll be helping others.
Winning with Bipolar 