How Does Cyclothymia Affect Me?


Lately I’ve been on a bit of a downward spiral. It’s been so bad that I made myself sick with a never-ending migraine that I can still feel in the back of my head. I’ve not had the energy to engage with friends or go out. I’ve barely been able to keep my eyes open long enough to pop some of my old CDs and DVDs on eBay let alone write this post. And the reason for it all is my illness. It controls the way I think, feel and act sometimes and it’s kind of like an over-powering boss you wish would just call in sick one day so you could have a day off from the nagging and stress of accidentally doing something wrong. You guys have been with me for over a year now, you’ve seen me during some of the best and worst times of my life, and I feel like you should know me a little bit more.

Having a form of Bipolar really messes with me sometimes. Obviously. I try to take it all as it comes, but it’s hard, you know? One minute I’m looking forward to something, and the next all I can see is a hopeless grey fog closing in on me preventing me from moving forward. I’m stuck in a depressive bog after my yacht of happiness and productivity capsized. But for some reason, I don’t let anyone see this happen to me. Online, I talk openly about mental health as I do in person, but could I be a little bit more honest about things? Most definitely. So what’s stopping me? I don’t even know. But here I am, trying to break that down and show you guys what I so desperately try to hide from people.

I try to be as funny, sassy and intelligent as I know I can be, but the depressive bog takes everything away from me. I become a person living in autopilot and I don’t know how to stop it. These days my Tweets are sometimes just there to prove that I’m still here and breathing, kind of like a mandatory thing to do. Instead of expressing my feelings and connecting with friends and other Twitter users, which is  the main purpose of Twitter, I just Tweet something so people can see I’ve been there and I’m not dead yet. I have hardly any power or emotion behind what I send out into the world is what I’m basically trying to say. The last thing I Tweeted (at least the last thing from the time I wrote this) was something about being made to feel guilty for something I had no control over. I tried to make it sound less than what it really felt like and I don’t know why. I guess I want you lot to think I’m not some kind of moaning bitch that always plays the part of the martyr. What I’m trying to say is, I downplayed my feelings because I didn’t think anyone would want to see to what extent I was hurt. But still, is anyone really interested in a 21 year-olds hurt feelings? My Cyclothymia, or Horace as I like to call it, doesn’t seem to think so.

I was, and still am very upset over the fact that people can make me feel so guilty and horrible for something no one has control over. My moment of happiness will forever be followed by shame and guilt because of how this person made me feel. I could actually feel my heart deflate like a balloon. Shame and guilt consumed me even though I was so desperate to be happy and really look forward to something. But as of this moment, right here and right now, I couldn’t care less. I’ve got this I can look forward to and enjoy and I don’t need to feel guilty about it.

Whilst I give the impression that my life is full of funny dog videos with the occasional cute kitten, bunny, guinea pig and hamster videos thrown into the mix. Online I want people to see me as someone they can go to when they need a laugh or a friend or just someone they can confide in. I hardly write status’ on Facebook these days because I’ve given up hope that anyone really cares or reads what I have to say on there anymore. So I try to appeal to my audience. I try my best to change myself to suit my friends and their likes. The simple truth is, I’m a people pleaser. I always have been, and always will be. I hate people being upset or unhappy about something, and if I can change that, I will. Sometimes that means changing myself, but heck, worth it if the sadness ends for them, right? I get so stuck in my head that I forget I’m a person too. I have feelings that demand to be felt. But by being that person for others, they too forget I’m a human being. I get ignored until the point when someone wants something from me and eventually I get hurt by the fact I was so silly to let myself get into that position once again. I’ll always want to help people, that’s just who I am. But Horace makes me feel so alone and isolated on a daily basis, when I realise my ‘friends’ have abandoned me, it makes me feel indifferent and numb.

I wrote this down in my diary recently and I don’t even remember writing it. But it said; ‘in reality I share videos of animals because I care more about them than I do myself. I love animals, and I know lots of my friends do too. So I weigh up my options, express my feelings online, or share something that will make others smile. It’s an easy choice.’ Reading this back to myself really broke my heart. I genuinely feel that my friends care more about animal videos than me. Horace is always there in the back of my mind whispering ‘they don’t include you for a reason’, ‘you’re an afterthought’, ‘share that video of a small dog riding on the big dogs back because people might remember you’re alive…. or they might not, worth sharing just to find out’. Sometimes I’m scared Horace is right so I cut myself off from people. I go into hiding. I hide within pages of books and embrace the skill it took someone to make some breathtaking pieces of art. I do everything I can to get away from myself, Horace, and my life.

I’ve given up on taking selfies when I dress up because I know it’s not really me in those pictures. Trying to look pretty and make myself believe it is hard. Too hard. I’m not hating myself or the way I look, I just can’t be bothered to try to be something I’m not. I’m not a size 8 model with the perfect face and an exciting life to splash all over Instagram. I’m just your average, slightly chunky Plain Jane. I’m never invited out with people who want to take pictures. I’m never the person that people take pictures with. So I guess, I’ve given up on those kind of things for now.

Chances are if you see me in person, I’ll look nothing like my profile picture. I’ll have my hair scraped back in a horrific attempt of a messy bun, most likely greasy because I have this weird thing about touching wet hair and will avoid it at all cost (don’t ask, I really can’t explain that one), I’ll have a sore red neck due to shaving every morning, thanks to my PCOS I’m a real life bearded lady. My spots will look sore and red and the dark circles under my eyes will really make you question whether or not it’s a natural dark circle or if I left my mascara on the night before. I might smell a bit because I rarely remember putting my bra on let alone if I put deodorant on. I’m an awkward, person. Even though I answer phones at work, I hate picking up calls from my mobile. I hate getting up in front of people even though I act. I hate being the centre of attention even though I know sometimes I have to be if I want to act as a career. This is the Lily that people can’t handle. This is the Lily that’s around more than any version of me that you may see occasionally walking around in the real life outside world. This Lily is the one I never wanted to become. This Lily is what Horace / Cyclothymia does to me.

Online Lily embraces everything about herself. She’s open and confident and sassy. Whereas Real Me sits in her room at gone midnight every night, has a cry about how boring and lonely her life is, dries her tears after a few moments and goes to sleep ready to face another day of watching other people live grand and exciting lives while she just exists in the background. This is what my Cyclothymia does to me. It’s not a pretty trend or something that deserves to be romanticised , it’s taking so many meds that you have to go through the process of being sick over and over again just so the chemicals can find a balance in your brain. It’s spending so much money on things you probably don’t need until you don’t even have the money to spend on a train ticket, let alone some boots from ASOS. Horace controls every part of my life, and I fight ever single day. I wake up and sometimes I’ve worn him down and he’s beaten. It’ll be a good day. Other times I wake up and I just think about how many hours I have left until I can come crawling back into my bed and into the comfort of my duvet. Those are the bad days.

It’s strange how I try and show an ideal version of myself online, but never let anyone see how my illness treats me. Sometimes I feel like my brain has taken coke and decided to rewrite the entire Star Wars series at 3am when I’ve got to get up at 6am. Does that make sense? I find myself hiding behind my online persona more and more these days. Because it’s what people want to see. It’s more comfortable for them to believe I’m living a good life, sometimes lonely life, it’s the same life I’ve always lived. I’m just a 21-year-old soon to be 22, wishing she could restart her life and maybe do things differently. Maybe pick a different course to study at university and I don’t know, graduate and be like everyone else? I see everyone online achieving their dreams and striving to complete personal goals and targets, they’re getting engaged and having babies, moving into new homes, going back to university, getting their dream jobs and they really are living their best lives, I am well and truly so pleased for everyone, I really am. It’s just, it makes me feel like a flop. It gives Horace the chance to make me hide away behind the version of myself I make sure everyone sees online. At least Online Me can control what others see instead of really seeing the sad little girl I can be.

It’s so easy to forget yourself online, and sometimes we forget that we’re exposing a different side to ourselves when we send out Tweets or write those status’. Not everyone’s life is as perfect as they make it out to be online. My life is the furthest thing from perfect, but online I don’t want to give that impression. I don’t understand why I’m so ashamed to admit that I’m this person in real life, but here I am. Finally exposing the truth. My Cyclothymia is breaking me down more and more each day.  I wanted to write this because it’s about time I told the truth about how Cyclothymia creeps in from the dark cracks in my mind and takes over completely. I guess my aim writing all this is so if you ever feel like your friends are all doing great things and you’re just sat there watching it happen, chances are they’re just like me and you. It’s okay to feel crappy and that you want to portray an equally exciting life, that’s just human nature. Just remember to stay true to yourself in the end. I forgot to do that and I get annoyed with myself because I’m not who I want to be. I’ve just about recovered from crying over how lonely I feel because I see people I used to class as friends having the best time without me. Online Me ain’t got time for that. But Real Life Me demands her emotions to be felt. Be them good or bad, she needs to feel what she feels. Horace is a pain in the butt and he’s really hurting me recently. But at least he’s consistent. Well, as consistent as a form of Bipolar can be.

I hope this made some kind of sense to someone out there. If you relate to any of what I say please reach out. I think by now you’ve kind of gathered I feel rather alone and tired these days. It would be nice to hear from you guys, especially if you’ve got some words of encouragement or are having a similar time to me. I do appreciate your patience and kindness. Always.



15 Comments Add yours

  1. Sarah Bailey says:

    This is such a great awareness post, I think sometimes it is hard to know what is going on in someones head and understand what they are going through but posts like this can really help.

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    1. Lily says:

      Thank you so much Sarah. Your comment means a lot to me and I really hope the post made sense! Xx


  2. Hey Lily, I’m new to your blog! And I appreciate your honesty. It’s opened me up to some new understandings of what Cyclothymia and how it affects your daily life. I’m glad that you’re writing and sharing your experiences. Thank you. Wishing you the best today and every day!

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  3. rhianwestbury says:

    I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like to live with this, but thank you for such a heartfelt awareness post x

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  4. kacielmorgan says:

    Sorry to hear you’ve been going through a rough patch recently Lily. It’s great that you have focused your energy in such a productive way by blogging about what you’ve been experiencing, and I’m sure your story will really help others who may be going through similar situations.

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  5. oh wow i have ever heard of this before but it must be so hard for you and all effected

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  6. Emily Leary says:

    First things first: you’re not alone, you are valued. I’m so sorry you have to deal with all this. Thanks for sharing what Cyclothymia is like – I can’t imagine how tough it must be. x

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  7. this was an interesting read, though tough to read. We thought for a long time my sister had bipolar but turns out she has BPD, but can relate to a lot of what you’ve written about

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  8. Yeah Lifestyle says:

    Here’s a big virtual *hug* to you, I do have friends who have bipolar and totally understand how difficult it can be. Do hang in there and stay strong.

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  9. Danielle says:

    I am so sorrry that you are going through this. I am also sorry that people around you are not more supportive xx

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  10. myrabevlife says:

    This isn’t a condition I was familiar with so I want to thank you for educating me on this and send you hugs for sharing

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  11. It’s so important to raise awareness, I wasn’t aware of this and I think it’s something we need to hear more of. Thank you for your honesty! H 🙂

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  12. Doris Vlaar says:

    Dear Lily,
    First of all, thank you for sharing your story in such a heartfelt manner. You write beautifully and sincere, and to raise awareness for such an unknown condition is very valuable.
    Secondly, I had a question for you (and since I’m new to your blog I’m so sorry if you answered it in another post that I overlooked!), how did you approach a psychologist/how did you find a diagnosis? No worries if you’d rather not answer, but it is more for my personal guidance. I have been struggling with (what I thought were) depressive episodes for over a year now (I’m turning 22 this year), but I could never understand why, since not only I had so much to be grateful and happy for in life, but also because a week after feeling absolute shit I was full of life and back to my optimistic and happy self, going out clubbing almost every day and feeling energized with little sleep. In retrospect, I always tried to blame the depressive episodes on my period or uni-related stress or anything else which was temporary and out of my control. My boyfriend broke up with me in one of these sad months because he felt he couldn’t help me, and I could convince him to get back with me when I was feeling happy again, by explaining to him it was just a stress-related thing like all students have.
    Only recently, I realised there is a pattern in this. Before, whenever I looked for the traits of depression, it never seemed to apply to me because my depressive episodes only ever lasted around a week or two (and it has to last longer than that in order for it to be diagnosed as depression it seems), so I never felt like it was justified for me to go to a psychologist. And after looking for my specific symptoms online, I ended up at your blog. I have never felt so understood before. And although I’m writing this while I’m in a bad place in my head, and might feel like nothing is wrong with me tomorrow, I think the time has come for me to look for help. This is where my question comes back in. How did you make that first step? I’m so afraid that my GP doesn’t want to redirect me to a psychologist because my symptoms aren’t ‘extreme’, or that people see me as ‘oversensitive’ or that I’m ‘exaggerating’ my condition. It seems like the actual ‘getting help’ part is a lot harder than just telling yourself nothing is wrong..

    I’m so sorry this turned out to be an ego-centric and whiny message – I just finally feel understood, I guess. I have been reading every single one of your blogposts this last week and your writingstyle is amazing. If you’ve reached this far, thank you so much for reading about my problems, haha. I’m sorry for bombarding this in the comment section like this.



    1. Lily says:

      Doris! Thank you so much for reaching out. I personally went to my GP and presented them with evidence that I matched very similarly with bipolar – as they looked into it more they found it was cyclothymia which is the ‘mildest’ form of bipolar.It can develop into either Bipolar 1 or 2 in the future, but for now it’s under control.
      Honestly I’m so glad you reached out! You don’t have to go through any of that alone. You can drop me an email at or you can message me on my Facebook page (lilythelostgirl) and I can answer any questions you may have. But more than anything, just be there for you if you need someone that understands life can be shitty and confusing when going through this journey with mental health.
      Hope to hear from you soon! X


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