I remember the day I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder because I could not believe I had it. Even though it runs in my family, I thought there was another explanation for my ups and downs and overall weirdness. There were more bad days than good ones, and sometimes even my good days weren’t all that good. I had very few “happy” days, and that’s why I didn’t believe I was Bipolar. The outdated term for BP is “Manic Depression,” and I didn’t feel manic. I thought that in order to be a “manic depressive,” you had to go around in a state of euphoria.
BiPolar and Marriage
I knew I was making my husband’s life a living hell. I was in a constant state of confusion and frustration. It took a lot of patience for my husband to live in the same house with me. It also took a lot of patience to make him understand how to respond to me.
Everybody gets depressed. When you look at the numbers, it seems like everyone on earth has some form of mental illness. Sometimes healing from mental anguish can be found in a romantic weekend away. Taking a couple days off work, or going to a few counseling sessions can help too. But my mental health issues were rooted much deeper, and all the quick fixes I tried seemed to make things worse.
Because I didn’t understand the full scale of what I was dealing with, my husband was at an even greater loss because of my erratic moods and behavior. It was hard for him to live with someone who was a doting wife one minute and a plate-throwing lunatic the next. A lack of understanding on both our parts almost made him walk out the front door (as plates and silverware crashed against the walls in the background!)
Depression: the Joy Robber
…Depression is what robs my joy. It’s not just a feeling of being sad or wanting to take a day off work to sleep; it’s this sense that all of life is absolutely bleak and hopeless and nothing you do will ever change that. My sense of reality and my ability to reason virtually disappear.
On a “typical” bad day, I know that tomorrow is a new beginning, and I believe that God allows everything to work together to fulfill some grand plan of His. But when I’m clinically feeling depressed, there are no tomorrows. And worse yet, I don’t care. Instead of feeling that I have something to offer the world, I start believing the world would be better off without me. I am hyper-aware of all my flaws, bit and small, past and present. There have been times when the only thing holding me back from suicide was a deep fear of hell and my theological confusion in that area. Note that I didn’t say my hope in Christ held me back. No, it was fear that held me back.
For a long time, my depression alienated my husband because I retreated and wouldn’t discuss it with him. I told other friends when I was feeling desperate. However, I didn’t tell him because I didn’t want him hovering around me. I mostly wanted to be left alone. I didn’t think I could stand to hear him constantly asking, “Are you OK? How are you feeling today?” So I shut the door in his face, crawled under the blankets, and disappeared.
Married Life, Scary Life
One of my most amazing feats in life was convincing my husband that I was a normal person. He knew about my past when we were dating—the depression, the suicide attempts in high school, the abuse, all of that. But he was under the impression that after many years of counseling and taking antidepressants, I was healthy again. He didn’t know that just weeks before we met, I had been suicidal again.
At first, there was no intended cover-up going on. Falling in love with Scott brought a lot of joy and excitement to my world, as well as new friends and situations. Everything seemed fresh and wonderful, and I was genuinely happy. I had down times, but I loved being with Scott and I was looking forward to our life together. I built my world around him, and I was in a love-induced haze right up until we got married.
But after the wedding, reality kicked in.
As the newness wore off, the old familiar feelings of emptiness came back in full force, and they were so strong I couldn’t hide them anymore. My husband had no idea that his sweet loving bride could turn into a raging psychopath.
The first time he encountered “The Wrath of Julie” was just a few months after we were married. We had invited another couple over for dinner. I had worked so hard cleaning the house, and I’d done all the grocery shopping for the elaborate (and probably too difficult meal I had planned. But there was a snowstorm forecast to hit that night, and our friends, who lived about an hour away, called to say they weren’t coming because they didn’t want to take the chance of getting stuck in bad weather.
I had been unable to sleep for about a week straight. Planning a huge meal and making the house look spotless gave me something to do as my thoughts raced and my body fought to find rest. But when I found out our friends weren’t coming, I lost it. It was mild disappointment and severe exhaustion combined, and the weight of it made me snap.
The Scary Part of Living with a BiPolar
Poor Scott, I’ll never forget the look on his face as I knocked over one of our dining room chairs and said horrible things. But that’s just where the rampage began. For the next several minutes, I yelled and cursed, throwing things, hitting things, kicking things, all while my husband stood in the exact same spot with his mouth hanging open, speechless. As Scott looked around the kitchen in horror, my rage turned into shame, and I ran to our bedroom, crying hysterically.
I tried to explain to him that I couldn’t help it, or that it certainly felt that way. It felt like a huge surge of anger. Even though I could tell when it was coming, I didn’t know how to stop it. I didn’t want to react like that. I knew it was wrong, and it always zapped me of so much energy, but I felt powerless over it. It had always had a grip on me, and I actually felt even less in control of my temper when I was younger. I told my husband these things, but I know if the tables had been turned. I was a frightening force to be reckoned with.
Learning the Ropes
My husband grew up in a family that never yelled. I didn’t believe him at first, because in my family you weren’t having a conversation unless you were trying to “one-up” the other person in decibels. The first time I went ballistic—when our friends canceled our dinner plans because of a snowstorm—my husband just stood there in the corner, looking like he had just watched me tear the head off a chicken with my bare hands.
My mother would have walked away, or even engaged in the action if the mood permitted, but my husband didn’t have any idea how to handle it. It all seemed so childish and pointless to a man who didn’t even raise his voice—in fear or anger.
The first few times I had an angry outburst, Scott remained calm and either grabbed the car keys and went for a drive or excused himself to another part of the house. Although he didn’t react at first, he didn’t get over it right away either, even after I apologized and tried to make amends. He stayed quiet for the rest of the day and avoided talking to me any more than necessary.
Anger Brought Out Anger
But eventually, after living through too many of my “episodes,” something about my anger brought out the anger in him, and he learned to yell back.
When he yelled back and fed me sarcasm, it made everything worse. It was as if he was pouring gasoline on what was already a raging inferno. We then started having screaming matches.
He told me I was crazy, that he didn’t care if we stayed together or not. One time, when I had been at home unable to go anywhere for nearly a month after a car accident, I was on edge from being cooped up in the house for so long. Neither of us can remember what sparked the argument, but we both remember the angry, vulgar words that Scott shot back. It was not a manic episode, but Scott by then expected the worst. He reacted to it out of self-defense.
When I was in a depression, Scott handled it much better. Even with all the animosity in the house, Scott had mercy on me when I was sad. My tears melted his heart, and he came to my rescue like a superhero. I know that part of what held us together was my need to be cared for and his need to care for me.
That may sound old fashioned, and many modern-day therapists would disapprove of such sentiment, but it is what the “for better or for worse” part of the marriage vows are all about. He knew he was designed to comfort me, and I knew I was designed to be comforted by him. But it was hard staying in those roles, and after turning to my husband for support a few times, I stopped going to him. I felt like a giant burden to him when I was in a downward spiral.
“Fixing” the Depression
People who don’t have to live with depression (or deny their own) go out of their way to “fix” things. In my experience, the idea is either to exhaust oneself by trying to cheer the depressed person up. This is usually impossible, since mood is not the cause of the chemical imbalance. The chemical imbalance is the cause of the mood. They also try to shake them, and “snap them out of it.”
How many times have you heard people say, “I think so-and-so could pull himself up by his bootstraps and snap out of it if he wanted to”? The first idea of thinking it’s possible to cheer up a clinically depressed person, is seldom ever possible. The second idea that depression sufferers just need to “get over it” is ignorant. I don’t particularly want to deal with either false notion, so I pull away and try to get over it on my own. No, my husband never implied either to me, but I knew he couldn’t understand what I was going through. I assumed, however wrongly, that he was thinking all of those things.
For a long time I told nobody how I felt. Sometimes I called my friend in Georgia, or I confided in a coworker. But I said nothing at home that things were not going well. I knew when I was depressed—it was obvious. But I didn’t want to talk to him about it. He has always held up his end of the bargain, trying to reach out to me in my sorrow. One of my greatest sins as a wife is that I haven’t always reached back.
Peace at Last
For almost two years now, an older Christian woman has mentored me. I have always felt comfortable sharing my heart with her, and she knows she has permission to be brutally honest with me whenever necessary, even though sometimes I give her a hard time about it! Almost from day one, as soon as I told her the sad state of my marriage, she encouraged me to seek professional help again and stop trying to go it alone.
I humored her but never took any action until that night in February. Scott and I had to make a final decision about our future. I vowed to him I would work to get healthy. I may always be bipolar, but I can take steps to make things better. It’s not fair that my husband had to put up with the unnecessary stress that could have been alleviated a long time ago.
Meds Can Help
…I started seeing a doctor who prescribed me Lithium, a mood-stabilizing drug. It leveled me out and, best of all, helped me get some much-needed sleep.
I can’t explain how much better I feel and how much happier my marriage is now. My husband tells people that I’m “a delight to live with,” which is much nicer than overhearing him on the phone saying, “I don’t know how much longer I can live like this!”
I still get mad sometimes—I’m a human being. And I’m a woman, which means every so often I’m prone to grouchiness, which has nothing to do with BP. Being the sweetheart that Scott is, he tells me that he thinks the changes in me came directly from God doing a work in my heart, not so much the counseling or the medication. I say it was a combination of both. God certainly sent me to the right people at the right time, no matter how you choose to look at it.
Yes, I have Bipolar Disorder, and yes, I take medication. But I don’t want to skip out on driving home this point: I was an angry person. I was angry about my past, and angry that I had let my past seep into my adulthood. The fact that my marriage was unhealthy was something that also made me angry. Medication cleared my head enough for me to realize and accept this. Counseling has helped me deal with it.
If your spouse struggles with anger, then you understand the frustration of not being able to win, no matter what you do. Your spouse may try to be comforting and soothing. You get angry though, because you feel like they’re minimizing your anger. If they fight back, you get angry because they have the nerve to engage with you. Even if they simply walk away, you fault them for being a wimp who doesn’t want to face you. But somewhere in the mix, there is a lesser evil. The key is finding the lesser evil and coming to an agreement with your spouse. You have to agree over how you are going to utilize that.
Responding in Love Helps
For example, when I’m angry, I’m not easy to please. But when my husband responded to me in love—acknowledging that I was angry and actually hugging me (which is a lot like willingly stepping into a minefield, I have to admit)—while I got angrier at first, I eventually couldn’t deny that he was making a strong effort and that I was the one acting like a jerk. His love and physical touch defused my rage, which goes along with the theme of 1 Peter 4:8. “Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” In my case, it was to be taken literally!
My husband and I have had many conversations about this topic. He knows that walking away from me or getting in the car to leave is like fanning an open fame. And arguing back just opens the door to more hurtful words on both sides. It isn’t easy to wrap your arms around someone who is verbally attacking you (or attacking inanimate objects). My husband knows, though, that this is the most painless way of dealing with me. Does he always do it? No. He’s human. It’s still easier to walk away or lash out. But his efforts have made a big difference in our home.
What he does for me is the essence of selflessness. It’s extremely important that you and your spouse know how to deal with anger issues. If you can’t work it out just between the two of you, don’t be afraid to seek help. We did, and we haven’t regretted it for a minute.
Sometimes I spend too much time dwelling on who I used to be. That makes me angry. But there are now more good times than bad ones now. When I know my mind is psychologically cycling, I try to give people fair warning, especially my husband. I’m able to control myself, even when I’m cycling, and not go to extremes as much as I used to. Even though I get angry, it is very rare that I get enraged anymore. It’s also very rare that I contemplate harming myself anymore. The fact that I was able to write this book, after a lifetime of not being able to finish anything I started, was a major victory for me.
Being a Good Spouse under Bad Circumstances
I conducted a survey about the impact mental illness has on marriages. I got some very honest and moving responses, and both Scott and I could relate to all of them.
Possibly the most important response I received came from a woman my age. Her marriage had ended in divorce due to her struggles with depression.
If you suspect something may be wrong, DO NOT ignore it or discount it. I have to live every day for the rest of my life knowing I could have prevented destroying our marriage. I’m not huge on the psychosocial sciences, but some things are just too important to ignore. Don’t expect to fully understand how they are feeling; sometimes it’s just not possible.
…Reassure them with your love. Don’t withhold yourself from them because you don’t understand. That was one of our downfalls. James didn’t understand what I was going through so he withdrew from me, which just made it worse. Remain committed, no matter what. Even if you don’t “feel” love for them, your job as their spouse is to show them God’s love. So at the times when it’s hardest to love them, just resolve to show them God’s love. And never stop praying for them.
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
It’s Difficult to Understand
You can’t expect your spouse to understand your emotional problems if he doesn’t have them himself. This is something you really have to experience to “get it.” It’s a matter of working toward keeping a line of communication open. You also have to be willing to explain your illness to your spouse. After all, he can’t help you if he doesn’t know what he’s dealing with.
Those lines of communication flung open wide after we started to realize it wasn’t just my problem, or his problem. This is a problem that we shared. Part of being “one” means dually carrying each other’s burden.
This article comes from a wonderful book titled, Adventures In Holy Matrimony: For Better Or The Absolute Worst, written by Julie Anne Fidler. This book is published by Relevant Books. There’s a lot more to this chapter (and book) that we couldn’t include that you’d benefit from reading. Julie Anne tells about the painful journey of her first years of marriage. It’s a marriage that stood on the brink of divorce and, happily, remains intact. This is no fairy tale, however. As you read about Julie and her husband Scott’s beginning to their life together, you’ll find great advice and encouragement for your own adventure —including how to never, ever quit.
To learn more about Bi-Polar Disorder:
• UNDERSTANDING BIPOLAR DISORDER
• Frequently Asked Questions about Bipolar
• BIPOLAR SPOUSE SUPPORT SURVIVAL STRATEGIES
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24 responses to “Marriage and Bi-Polar/Manic Depression”
My wife has depression. We recently moved to another state. She hates it here, misses her friends, misses her lifestyle and environment. Then her Mom passes. She believes we are now poor, hates our neighborhood and constantly brings up the past. Scream fests go on for hours. Crying and hysterics. Blames me for ruining her life and taking away everything she loves. Mourns everything she believes she lost and is not grateful for what we have, that by the way is a lot.
I am not equipped to handle this kind of screaming, being judged and criticized every moment of the day, as well as blamed for taking away her life and dreams. She lives in terror that turns into resentment that is expressed with unmanageable anger. I now yell back just to defend myself. This state of warfare is killing both of us. While I cannot put myself in her state of mind and experience her level of depression, I understand her unhappiness. What steps can I take to make it better? How do you get back lost trust from someone whose depression seems to be escalating?
My husband has bipolar disorder and when he is in a low we get along lovingly. But in his manic he isn’t mean. He hurts our marriage by texting other women that he loves them and wants to spend time with them. These manic episodes hurt me and I don’t know how to deal with them.
Wow, so very similar to my situation. The Power of the Praying Wife has helped me tremendously. God can move mountains. You need to take the situation to him. Getting the bipolar stable is obviously first and foremost. I have had to learn to tame my tongue and only with God’s help every day am I where I am today. There are time I get anxiety or what I call my PTSD from the manic episodes.
It is not easy and I am thankful God has brought some great Christian friends into my life. Going to counseling for myself and for us has been very beneficial. I am committed to my vows and my spouse as I am sure you are too. Reading blogs such as this helps me know I am not alone. I’ve actually been wanting to start a support group of some sort for healing, praying and resources. God be with you and hang in there by keeping your faith.
I suffer from Bipolar I. I am “stable” per say, but the meds had made me a “zombie”. I was either swinging from depression to mania (an angry mania, not the “fun” happy type) or I was a zombie that didn’t want physical touch, intimacy or love. I ruined my marriage of 13 years. My husband started to feel things for my sister instead of for me. Then my sister (who doesn’t know he has feelings for her, thankfully) talked him into trying one last time (he had given up completely at this time) and got him to talk to me, really talk to me a couple of times, once at New Years, and then again 4 months later.
I started trying to pay attention to him after the first talk at New Years. I tried really, really hard. But I still didn’t want to be touched. After the second talk, I tried even harder. Then I started Strattera for ADHD (which I have suffered with for a long time). The Strattera was a GOD SEND! The side effects of it, which were uncommon but happened only in women that I can see, were an increase in mood and increase in libido! I fear though, that it’s too late sometimes.
My husband is in therapy. I’m trying to get into therapy as well (kind of hard with 3 kids that I homeschool and have no child care for). But I’m so torn up after him telling me he has feelings for my sister. (It’s one of the things he’s addressing in therapy.) He wants to try to save us again, but I feel that I can’t be upset around him now. I feel that I have to be upbeat and happy no matter what, or I’ll lose him, even though right now I feel a bit like I’m dying inside. I screwed up so much, partly because of the bipolar and meds, but partly just me. I screwed up. I’m so worried I’m going to lose him. I was thankful to come across this post; it has given me a little hope. Thank you for posting your experiences for those of us who need the hope.
You have my condolences. Been doing this with my wife 30+ years. They will never be fixed or well, just continually treated, if your fortunate to have insurance. I would so enjoy giving you a solution that I found; but I found there is no fix for this. Either have a high tolerance for emotional pain or move on.
My 12 years of marriage to my most of the time medicated bipolar wife has left me feeling broken, angry and a shadow of the man I once was. My elderly parents try but have difficulty being around her; our children don’t want to be around her, and my one preteen daughter has asked me to file for divorce so she doesn’t have to be around her Her mother. I’m completely lost. I love my wife and have gone to counseling but have gotten very little help out of it. She didn’t like couples consuling or therapy because its “too one sided” and they always blame her. I just really feel lost.
I’m the husband of a bipolar wife what all I just read was so much our life to a “T”! I try to understand things but it’s hard; I’m always the wrong one. It can go from laughing to hitting, yelling, throwing things, breaking things and just really hurtful words meant to hurt! She too talks about suicide daily and says she’s always unhappy; says our marriage is a joke, says she’s leaving me several times a day! I hate to argue with her and try hard not to. If I walk away I’m a sissy; if I stay and try talking it’s wwIII – an argument over the smallest thing can end up being 12 hours of mean, hateful things; everything from what’s going on now to things from 12 years ago!
I know she can’t help these things; I know it’s not really her fault. I try so hard to stay calm and pray it passes. I’m a very laid back man who hates to argue; I really try! Now I’m really worried about the fact that she may walk away from our marriage and I can’t stand the thought of losing the woman I love over an illness! What’s left I can try to save our marriage? I’m worried and desperate!
Omg, thank you for all this information. My husband has BP disorder and has not admitted to me. It’s been very hard for me, but I have read, prayed and research like I never thought I’d do, and all on my own…there’s been times when I’ve wanted to give up but God always brings me back to my love and His compassion. I honestly don’t regret it. My parents don’t like him or accept him because they think he’s just not a good husband for me, they do not know of his BP, nor can I tell them because my husband has never accepted it with me. I learned on my own that he’s been diagnosed and treated but that was over 3 years ago. I’m doing my best now because someone at a support group told me to love him and never take his anger personally. Still it is very hard, but I know that God is with me.