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This is my Journal entry page.. This is a great opportunity to help my visitors understand the context and background of my previous work. 

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June 22, 2021

Michael Clifford's July 2021 cycling fundraiser for the Canadian Mental Health Association.

Starting July 1st I will be cycling at least 50 km per week until July 31st, 2021. On July 31st, 2021 I will be riding at least 100km in one day. Please support me on my journey to raise money for mental health. It is near and dear to my heart and near the hearts of so many of my friends and family as well.

 

I will be blogging about my journey on this website with almost daily content.

 

My goal is $1000 dollars.

 

Let's do this!!

Tuesday, May 18th, 4:48 pm

You're the Professional

An interesting perspective, as “bad” as the psych ward is, which it isn’t, we can negate any covid regulations such as having to keep six feet distance and don't have to wear a mask if you don't want to. It's honestly great.

There's some scary shit though. I may be ill but I am so in control of my own mind that I can create my “reality”.

 

To prove a point, I will go on a hunger strike just to prove to you how powerful I am while still being ill. I'm going to do a hunger strike to prove my point. I'm going to tell my nurse that this is my mission. I have no intention to cause trouble. I am doing it to prove a point. I will make sure to drink water and if I feel ill enough, I will eat. This is seriously F***** U* but what needs to be done needs to be done to end the stigma. I am not suicidal, and I do not want to die, I just want people to listen. I'm shaking as I write this, and I will continue to drink water to stay alive. I if I'm close to death or die it will be the fault of the hospital, not me. This is irrational and doesn't make any sense and I know that. If no one else will break the stigma of specifically admitting they are bipolar on LinkedIn, it will have to be me.

 

From this point on this is not a manipulation tactic. I may want to post on LinkedIn, but I also understand that now is not the right time. I should not be giving any electronics for 30 plus days. I will follow all nurse's and doctors’ directions to a “T”, but I will not eat for seven days. I will eat if I so choose before then but once I eat the seven-day strike starts again. The last meal before the hunger strike starts at 5:14 pm tonight. Once it is finished, I will give this to my nurse and walk away and lay and meditate in my bed. We will see what happens. This is a rather unfortunate experience, but I wanted to prove a point. Again, all orders are that are given will be followed. Let's see how “sick” I get.

 

I am very very ill currently. I am not a “professional” but here is what I would do. 1200 mg of lithium, 300 mg of lamotrigine, 600 mg of quetiapine administered at 8pm. If no sleep is obtained by 9 pm administer either 100 mg of quetiapine or a similar dose of Ativan. If no sleep is still not acquired by 10 pm inject with “x” medication and knock me out for x amount of time because I need sleep and am severely mentally ill but again “I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL” (I AM ONLY AN ADVOCATE).

It is now 5:23 pm and I am having suicidal ideations, but again I do not want to kill myself. Please come find me. I will be in my room eating my last meal before I fast.

Cause that’s what you do right, listen to “professionals”. I’m my own advocate. I will eat my last meal. I go to hand this journal in, and I will try and fall asleep or meditate.

5:27 pm May 18th, commence eating last meal.

 

Please help me I beg you.

 

Let’s do this right. I will force myself to stay in the hospital until we have as close to a diagnosis as we need or however long is necessary. Let’s get this right, just please listen to me.

This is a social experiment. It should be taken seriously and is not a joke and is not for my amusement.

 

I’ve decided I won’t mention anything of this till tomorrow morning, which is Wednesday, May 19th, 2021 after we see how my sleep goes tonight.

 

Let’s trust each other and have open and honest communication. I will follow all rules until I feel I am not being heard. The point being I need goals to hit so I need to know what you and I must do as a team.

 

If I want my phone give me steps 1, 2, 3. Let’s build trust so that you know I won’t post on LinkedIn.

I suppose my ultimate goal is to get the go-ahead from you to finally post on LinkedIn that I am bipolar. Your own stamp of approval per se, because after all “you’re the professional”.

 

- This journal entry helped me immensely to not do anything stupid that isn’t necessary such as a “hunger strike” that’s just dumb, and I will no longer do it. Just know from reading this if it does happen something is seriously wrong.

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Compass

I’m not, I am.

May 21st, 2021. 5 pm – Calgary

I am not Michael Jackson, but I am Iconic. I am Bipolar.

I am not Muhammad Ali, but I am confident. I am Bipolar.

I am not Michael Jordan, but I never give up. I am Bipolar.

I am not Albert Einstein, but I am smart. I am Bipolar.

I am not Arnold Schwarzenegger, but I am strong. I am Bipolar.

I am not Tom Hanks, but I am humble. I am Bipolar.

I am not Steve Jobs, but I am innovative. I am Bipolar.

I am not Tiger Woods, but I like to golf. I am Bipolar.

I am not Bruce Lee, but I am disciplined. I am Bipolar.

I am not Brad Pitt, but I am handsome. I am Bipolar.

I am not Tom Brady, but I am mentally tough. I am Bipolar.

I am not Alex Trebek, but I am Canadian. I am Bipolar.

I am not Obama, but I am a leader. I am Bipolar.

I am not Picasso, but I am creative. I am Bipolar.

I am not Gandhi, but I am influential. I am Bipolar.

I am not Henry Ford, but if you think you can or you can’t you’re right. I am Bipolar.

 

I am not Neil Armstrong. I may not take one small step for man or one giant leap for mankind, but I will take one small step for me. Day by day, one small incremental step towards my goals and my dreams, and that’s exactly where I should be.

 

Step by step I will be the greatest. The greatest version of myself. I am Michael Clifford, and I am Bipolar.

 

- This journal entry is important because sometimes we bipolar people can get delusional and start thinking we are someone or will be someone we are not. It's important to differentiate between who you are and who you want to become and be realistic in your goals.

The Bipolar Religion

This post is about setting boundaries.

 

Of course bipolar isn’t a religion, but it should be treated as such. You can’t disqualify someone you are trying to hire because of what they believe or what their faith is. I choose to believe in myself and this is what is necessary. It is against employment law. Seems silly, but it’s true.

My boundaries are:

 

I don’t start my day job any earlier than 8am unless absolutely necessary. This is so I have time to wake up at my scheduled 7 am and make it to work on time.

I only work till 8 pm no if ands or buts. This is so I have time to make it home for 9 pm to take my meds and start winding down for the night.

 

I don’t work any longer than 10 hour days. I only work those hours when necessary above the 40 hour work week. This is so my brain has time to decompress at the end of the day. Otherwise, I’m too stirred up and won’t fall asleep on time which is 10pm.

 

If you haven’t caught on, my head to the pillow is 10pm and my waking time is 7 am. This is so that I get my necessary 8 hours of sleep. The one hour leeway is if a have difficulty falling asleep and it acts as a buffer.

 

I also don't work on Sundays this is unequivocally the day of rest. Look up the book 24/ 6, you will understand why.

These are my terms and conditions.

I don’t care how “good“ the opportunity is, it’s generally not worth it unless it’s a special occasion, (birthdays etc.).

Third Eye

Dear Jack - Entry 1

Dear Jack,

 

I would not consider us friends while we are on the inside as part of the system: however, on the outside I wouldn't consider us friends either. Why? It's because as almighty and self-righteous as you think I am (which you are correct, I do get that way sometimes and for that I am sorry) but, here is the thing, the way you are is not your fault. You unintentionally compromise peoples boundaries. Not because you want to, but you don't know any better or are oblivious and that's part of your disorder. I know you mentioned you've had childhood trauma so again, a lot of this is not your fault. But, you are an adult now (and I don't mean that I'm calling you immature) what I mean is you need a reality check so you can actually get better. It is a hard truth. You are no undercover agent going from psych ward to psych ward. You are sick and need help. I know you've cried out before but to who? Because you won't except you have a mental illness, people don’t tend to take you seriously. I'll tell you what if you accept help from the quote “professional” and actually get better for good we can beat the system together

 

Your friend,

 

Michael

Dear Jack Entry #2

Dear Jack,

 

I am sorry. I finally get why you are the way you are. I was too pretentious to see it. You had to learn everything about bipolar just like I did by yourself, it's not fair. I get to grow up the way I did with a loving family friends upbringing etc and that's why I'm ahead of you. Guess what? It's not a race. I won’t take it upon myself to “fix” you but more so show you what is possible. I have been so rude to you and you've done nothing wrong to me. To be honest you gave me my own reality check. In all actuality, you truly humbled me. I haven't truly been acting myself I've journaled before about becoming so healthy I would get arrogant. I guess you could say I've fulfilled my self filling prophecy. Well, here's my next prophecy. I will treat you just like I would anyone else and see what happens. I've mentored people who in turn mentored me Jason calls it …. I won’t force myself into mentoring you but instead, I will learn from you. Jason and Peter are both younger than me but are some of my mentors. I'm younger than you and I'm hoping I can return the favour

 

Your friend,

 

Michael

Dear Jack Entry #3

May 23rd 12:45pm, 2021

 

Dear Jack entry #3

 

Dear Jack,

 

It brought me great joy playing ping pong with you today. Normally we play a friendly game of back and forth, but today we played a best out of 3 to a score of 11. I won in 2 sets but that’s not what matters. What matters is that we had another breakthrough. You said to me “Gee. I think I play better ping pong when I’m not manic. Mania is “good” for your thoughts but not other things. I will have to test this out further.”

Not only do you need someone to help you with the forthcomings of mania but also a friend.

I hope to be that friend, but we are going to have to learn a thing or two about boundaries, or objectifying women. I do feel however that I am a protector but who am I to decide if that’s true or not. I can just as easily break boundaries when I’m just being “nice”. The truth is we don’t get to choose how other people react we can only control ourselves

 

Michael

The Power of NO!

May 19th, 2021 1pm

 

Dear Mr. or Mrs. or they them etc.

 

When I'm in the psych ward my psychiatrist is legally bonded to tell me no. I will Listen and abide.

When I'm out of the psych ward and a cop approaches me as a law abiding citizen and tells me, no I will listen and abide.

When I approach a person on the street and ask a question or perform an action no matter if they say yes or no or anything in between, what they know and what I know can be two different things.

What is important to know is my dreams are possible and just like a road they are easily crossable.

My dreams may be big or even small just please don’t tell me they are not possible at all

When it comes to my dreams I will not listen in abide, all I really need is you on my side.

Mothers know best

May 19th, 2021

My mom said to me before I entered the psych ward to just focus on me and not worry about other people. Don't try to fix their problems, that is not my job which is now 100% clear to me.

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I can be nice to them but as soon as I see or feel something that makes me feel uncomfortable vacate the situation, metaphorically "fight or flight". This again stems from my own insecurities and shame that they will hurt me or them or invade invade my my boundaries. If "somethings" bad no matter how unfortunate it may be the nurses and security guards will right the situation. 

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Edit May 23rd,

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I can see and feel I have made a difference for the people in the Peter Lougheed Hospital unit 25. I provide joy and wisdom and I learn from others too 

Poetry is Smoetry

May 23rd, 2021

It's time to get real and tell you the truth. By that I mean by my gut and not what I feel is real. When it comes to reality I've hit a big rut. Not because I don't believe in myself but because I believe in myself too much. It is such a shame my mania feels like my poetry will being me fame; maybe it will maybe it wont. It is so confusing because it is true. It's not what you can or you can't do its when, when, when, when. When will be the day?! That day may not be today or tomorrow and that's ok if it brings you sorrow. Put a plan in place, it is not a race. They say it takes smart goals but with bipolar its more like SMRT goals. SMRT because we forget the A. The A is missing. Goals must be actionable and we miss many steps. We feel we are saviors without any reps. We may think we will change the world, well... here's the low down. We need to slow down and let our reality catch up with our brain because if you don't that is how you go insane.

Bite the Bullet

May 24th, 2021

Good evening brother my dearest friend. What a ride it has been as we are close to the end. To the freedom we both desire. We've fought through the fire to get where we are and we must not pretend what happened between us. There's been ups and there's been downs and we've put up a fuss. Luckily between us there is more than just blood. I'd take a bullet for you, its you that I love, but you got me addicted. So now it's time for one of us to be inflicted. You're the one who shot at me first, I can't see why that would be. I think its time to set us both free. I'll bite the bullet won't you do it for me?

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Explanation:

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This poem is about my relationship I have with my medication and my journey. IT is possible to be addicted to benzo's. I'm not there yet and I don't want to get there. While I'm healing currently benzo's are necessary and that is the reason for biting the bullet. The part I bite is the part I take because I know I have to even though I don't want to

Adventures with Michael Clifford

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Crafted with love by Michael.

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