In the world of bipolar disorder, being stable for months can be a pretty awesome feat. My meds had been at the lowest dose possible–yay me! I was seeing my psychiatrist regularly, which is both infuriating and insightful, and practicing mindfulness daily. It sounds a lot easier than it really is. As a result, I was happily in the zone. Then boom, it hit. Daylight Savings Time. Why in the hell is this even still a thing? Haven’t there been like a zillion studies done that shows how this is more harmful than helpful? It was created for an agrarian society. We’re not farmers anymore!
Deciding on a proactive approach, rather than batcaving in my bedroom and curling into the fetal position like I wanted to do, I went to my psychiatrist. “Here, try this light box,” she said. It’s about the size of a CD case, but much thicker. It has an LED light that shines blue when it’s turned on. It came in a snazzy case that reminded me of an old school Discman. All that was missing was some Ace of Base and Jolly Rancher candies. She was pretty in depth with the instructions on how the light must be shining on my skin, as if I might have mistakenly thought it was meant to shine on my dog. It has to be used only in the morning because it resets the body’s circadian rhythm. A small percentage of people with bipolar disorder have reported to experience manic episodes induced from light boxes. I’m prone to mania, but after the time change, I was starting to feel pretty badly, and I really didn’t want to increase my meds so I was willing to give it a whirl. I think it’s fair to say I was a bit skeptical and, not coincidentally, Ace of Base’s lyrics “I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes” was now playing on a continuous loop in my head. It’s just light, how bad can it be–right?
Fast forward to four days later. I haven’t slept in two of those days. I’ve used my light box faithfully. I’ve gorged myself on Jolly Ranchers. Yes, they still make them, but in strange new flavours. I feel myself going too up too fast. Huh. Light. Apparently there really is something to it after all. I hear the light box works wonders for people with Seasonal Affective Disorder/SAD, but apparently not so much for me. I’m thinking it’s time to head back to the psychiatrist to hand in my shiny happy people light. And that’s what I did. As it turns out, we did what we always do at daylight savings time. We upped my damn meds anyway.
But seriously, though, all of this hoopla for a one hour time change? I’m bipolar, not a farmer! Get rid of day light savings time.