My Unexpected Superpower: How Being Bipolar Got Me Ahead of Everyone Else
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About the Book
In My Unexpected Superpower, discover how Karina Schulz offers a new perspective on living with bipolarity that emphasizes acceptance, understanding and leveraging symptoms as a way to deal with situations and achieve personal and professional goals, above expectations. This book is not only meant for people with bipolarity, but rather for anyone who wishes to make slight changes in his or her mentality in order to take steps to improve his or herself each day.
About the Author
Karina Schulz is a young, first-generation American; she is half-European (mother’s side) and half-Latin American (father’s side). After conversations with people locally and internationally, Schulz realized others would frequently ask her similar questions about her lifestyle. Based on these questions and a will to share her mentality, Schulz was motivated to publish a book that details how she and anyone else can turn adversity into a unique asset.
Schulz does not shy away from difficult topics. She dives straight in, sharing her experiences from her perspective. Afterwards she details her mentality, lessons learned and tips for others down the line.
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My Unexpected Superpower - Karina Schulz
Introduction
The day I figured out I had a superpower, I didn’t categorize it as a superpower.
I knew I had one. When I was young, I dreamt of the day when someone would pop out of a bush, whisk me away, and tell me everything I was about to become. Not if but when. I knew I had a superpower. I was unstoppable! I. Was. Awesome. And above all, I knew I was different. I felt different things and couldn’t explain it to other people in a clear way.
Was my superpower just now developing? Could I soon be able to time travel? Could I become invisible and eavesdrop on other people? Was I from a different planet? Would I be able to mind read and then change other people’s opinions?! That last option was my favorite because I always felt people judging me, and if I could just take a swoop in and see what their thoughts were and make a few tweaks here and there, all would be great. Nothing big, just minor adjustments in my favor.
My superpower is being bipolar.
The day before my high school graduation, at 18 years old, my mom told me. She had wanted to hide it because she didn’t want me judging other members of my family who clearly demonstrated some of the same symptoms. I thought and still think that’s a stupid idea to hide the fact that your daughter is bipolar from your daughter!
After she told me though, everything made sense.
I’ve tried not to be too attached to labels in general, though.
A sales coach I had once said that my symptoms seemed more aligned with ADHD from what she could tell. That made me think that maybe I wasn’t bipolar, but honestly, labels don’t really matter. My crazy life is my crazy life, and that’s that. Period. I identify as bipolar and that’s that.
Couple my energy with my type A
personality type and high I
from the DISC profile, and you’ve got a bunch of avalanching ideas followed by bouts of dryness.
Turns out, the times when I thought I was on top of the world, I was just in a manic period. I love them. They are great. And over time, I’ve learned to channel my spike in energy towards positive projects and plans to create movement for activities and goals in my life.
As for the crazy people in my family, I thought they were whack. They are. But now that I know there was something hormonally misaligned, I stopped judging. Weird how that works.
It also turns out that people in public were, indeed, talking about me because I was talking—and still do always talk—to myself in public. I can’t help it. I need to share my ideas with someone, and who is a better listener than the only other person who is 100 percent invested in making sure my project ideas get the full attention they deserve? Me. I’m the good listener. (Side note: Using masks during the pandemic was annoyingly useful for covering up the fact that I was talking to myself. All of a sudden, no one noticed).
I talk to myself at home, too. I’m hilarious. Sometimes I end up laughing so hard in my room by myself, my stomach hurts. I live with roommates, and they probably think that I’m watching some comedy show on Netflix. I’ve never told them I’m giving myself a comedy show. (Side note again: I do love comedy and stand-up shows, so it’s possible that I actually am watching one of those as well).
Of course, there are the down moments, too. I can’t deny it. They’re horrible. Highly not recommended. (I know, I know—people with mental health disorders can’t choose). But I’ll get to that a little later and include tips I’ve used for myself to help overcome them.
Being bipolar, my thoughts are somewhat all over the place. So writing a book was extremely difficult. I started journaling with the intention to publish a book six years ago. And stopped five and a half years ago. My sprint lasted about six months. I kept getting distracted or highly invested in some other project I manifested. I sporadically got back into book writing on about four separate occasions since then.
It’s funny because I can distinctly remember being around 12 years old and knowing that my interest level in something would fluctuate. I made a rule for myself: I could only proceed with a project if I was interested, then lost interest, and then got interested again. By reviving the interest, it confirmed that I actually was interested enough to complete whatever I had in mind. Things have changed a bit since then in terms of the analysis of my emotions, but as a child, I was already aware that something was different.
I have finally been able to compile a long enough thought to produce a long-form, coherent book by piecing together entries that I’ve made over the course of six years. The pieces were enough to complete one fourth of this manuscript. Having that as a base, I was able to build the rest in the span of about 3 months. By using the skeleton, I created a body and context.
Some chapters of the book my not flow as seamlessly from one topic to another as you’d like, but that’s more how my brain works. Think of it as getting an insight into my thought process.
I want to demonstrate that it’s okay to be different.
You should find and understand your personal needs to achieve the same, or better, results than your friends or family, who should also listen to their personal needs.
I compiled some of the most influencing events in my life and decided to detail them individually in separate chapters. Each chapter allows you an insight into how I felt and how I dealt with certain events.
Whereas the subtitle of this book indicates that I will focus on bipolarity, this book can be for anyone with any mental illness.
I am passionate about helping other find what motivates them and how they can achieve their own goals, not someone else’s. My purpose is to provide a first-hand account of how mental disorders are not or should not be inhibitors to achieving what you want. They can be the catalyst!
For people with other mental disorders, this book can be a base or inspiration to analyze your thought process from a different angle to see how you can best benefit in your personal and professional career. For those with no know or diagnosed mental disorder/s, this book can also serve to find more motivation by mindfully critiquing your situation at work, home, school or elsewhere.
Techniques I mention for mental organization, discipline and maturity are applicable to anyone at any age and from any walk of life.
Some stories I share are lighthearted and meant to cause chuckles or laughs. Others are hard to digest and even reading them back myself gives me shivers. Some of my stories have concrete endings while others are still active and present in my current life, meaning that the conclusions I arrive at and are discussed in this book may have altered since its publishing. You may think some of my reactions are exaggerated or unnecessary, which looking back was probably the case. But that’s the past and this book is to give you an idea of how I got to where I am, based on the decisions that I made.
I ask that you stay curious. Question why I decided to act or not act on certain situations. My actions and reactions may be different than yours. You may agree or disagree with my decision, and that’s okay. Your background may have influenced you to come to a different conclusion, and that’s okay.
Overall, please enjoy reading and feel free to reach out to me personally should you want to challenge or discuss my mentality and choices.
Chapter 1
What Is Bipolar?
Also known as manic depression, bipolar disorder is a mental health condition that causes extreme mood swings and shifts in your energy and activity levels. There are two main types of bipolar disorder, and a third that combines the first two.
• Bipolar I Disorder. Contains both manic episodes (up to a week) and depressive episodes (two weeks or sometimes longer)
• Bipolar II Disorder. Predominantly just depressive episodes and sometimes manic, but hypomanic, meaning they are not as strong.
There is a third that I will not discuss just because it is not as common, and this is a book about how I handle it, not about the specifics of the disorder.
I have Bipolar I. I get both manic and depressive episodes, although I have only had two major depressive episodes in my life and a few minor ones.
To detail my feelings in the moment of a depressive episode, I found this excerpt from two months before I turned 19, when I was going through a difficult time:
If I were to commit suicide, I would jump off something high. Most likely a bridge over a busy freeway. [That gives me] the security that I if I didn’t die from the impact of my landing, the cars would be driving too quickly to avoid my fractured body on the road, and I would die from a car blowing my body into a bloody pool in the middle of the lane. Now why am I thinking this? It terrorizes me just to have the thought. But lately it’s been on my mind every day. Whenever something goes wrong, I feel like my surroundings would benefit from me not being there. After all, the world will only keep spinning and everyone else’s lives will go on. People say that suicide hurts more people than you think. That it’s not all about the victim, in this case me. It would hurt my parents, friends, etc. But in comparison to the amount of people in this world, so what if there’s one less mouth to feed and a few sad hearts? How selfish of me is that? I’m not even human enough to consider the feelings of my own companions. But in reality that’s exactly how I see everyone: companions. They’re not friends nor caretakers but companions. And not close companions. They are people who are aware of my existence but would honestly rather hang out with someone else than with me. That’s one of many reasons suicide seems like such a good solution.
I never actually attempted anything until a year later though. The first time I attempted suicide, I was alone in my college dorm apartment. I couldn’t breathe. Add in the fact that I had the first and only full-on anxiety attack in my life and that coupled with depression. AND it was on my twentieth birthday…fun. I was alone in my room. All three of my roommates were in class.
I had fully convinced myself that life should not go on. I was standing next to my twin XL unmade bed and had a nine-inch, sharpened Misen chef’s knife held to my lower abdomen, which I had burrowed in my room, and was 100 percent ready for the plunge.
I was crying. Obviously. I think it very unrealistic for a person on the edge of committing suicide to not have a face swelled to the size of a watermelon and be drenched in liquidy mucus, a nice mixture of salty tears and goopy, warm snot.
In addition to that, for some reason when I get extremely stressed and/or depressed, I get ear bleeds, so there was blood running from my ears leaving sporadically placed red splotches on my pillowcase and sheets. There was no blood close