Warning: This post briefly mentions suicide. It doesn’t go in-depth, but if you are triggered by the mention of it, then please don’t read further. Thank you!
Bipolar disorder, also known as “manic-depressive disorder” is a mood disorder that is characterized by alternating depressive and manic states, with each one often lasting for weeks at a time. These dramatic, and sometimes dangerous, mood swings are due to abnormal chemical activity in the brain. During the depressive state, people with bipolar have reduced levels of norepinephrine and serotonin activity in their brains, similar to people with major depressive disorders. Symptoms of this include being withdrawn and gloomy, tiredness, an inability to make decisions, and slowness of thought. On the contrary, the manic state is caused by excess norepinephrine activity in the brain. Symptoms of mania include elation, extreme euphoria, hyperactivity, having excessive thoughts (as opposed to the slowness of thought demonstrated in the depressive state), and a desire for action. The manic state can often be dangerous and can lead to people taking extremely dangerous risks as a result of the euphoria.
My grandpa was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Growing up, my mom remembers watching him struggle with the mood shifts between depression and mania. She remembers being scared of what he was going through, and even sometimes of him and what the disorder made him do, including getting excessively and irrationally angry at her and her brother as a result of his condition. Eventually, he committed suicide, likely due to extreme depression during the depressive state of the disorder. Even though I never got to know him personally, I’ve heard stories about him and what he went through from my mom and my uncle. (Sorry, that got kinda sad.)