Mania as Spiritual Emergency: the psyche demands to be healed

flowerUpdate: 2015 — I have now integrated and healed most of the chaos from that time when I was labeled bipolar (a diagnosis I do not support). I am psych-drug free for 6 years now and it’s more clear to me now than when I first wrote this post in 2007 that, indeed, we need to be supporting folks in these states in a radically different way than what is currently being practiced in psychiatry.

(2007) Below is an article that speaks to mania being a spiritual emergency. I’m convinced at this point in my life that what was stopped in me by powerful psychotropic drugs could have been a healing experience. Had I had the proper supports and a safe place to stay I would have emerged healed and healthier than I had ever been. Instead I have been oppressed by medication for 20 years and have suffered immensely as a result of not being able to see my healing process through. The below experience of Edward Whitney is very much like what I experienced except I had no one outside of the hospital to support me and tell me that my psychosis was with purpose.

Psychosis as spiritual emergency can also be considered a “psychological emergency,” for what it is is the psyche calling out to be heard and processed. You need not be a new age believer to appreciate the validity of the psychotic process being one of the psyche demanding to be paid attention to and healed.

For more information on psychosis as spiritual emergency see the blog Spiritual Emergency. Also see my post with Sean’s youtube video which I recently posted.

Stanislov Grof has also written a book called Spiritual Emergency and countless others have remarked on this phenomena perhaps not always with the same vocabulary. People like Carl Jung and Joseph Campbell and John Wier Perry among many others.

Now the article–(I had a link to where it was originally published but it is no longer active):

Mania as Spiritual Emergency  

Edward Whitney, M.D.

One night in May 1994 I was stopped by the police as I wandered on the beach in my underwear and T-shirt, merging with the electrons in  distant galaxies and looking for God. I was not sure whether I was Hitler, Elijah the prophet, or King Lear gone mad. All I knew for certain was that I had surrendered my customary frames of reference and had chosen to trust a process over which Ino longer had control.As the police asked me who I was and where I lived, I tried to come up with a story that they might accept. I told them that I was a doctor who was deeply concerned about the Clinton health plan, that I lived four blocks away, and that I needed to go home. I was certain that they were angels sent by the Lord to prevent me from disrupting the flow of energy in the galaxies with which I was merging. If God had sent them, then all was well; I could trust them.

Their police radio said something that included the words “sevenfold.” They were checking the seventy-fourth decimal place of their calculations; this was the precision they needed to be sure that all the electrons in the universe were still in place.They were, therefore, connected to the mind of God.

Friends and housemates were becoming alarmed by my recent behavior.I, on the other hand, had never felt more sane. The process was a healing one; all the shame I had felt for decades about being a disappointment to my father (an internist who had diedwhen I was 15) had fallen away in recent weeks. I felt a deep transformation of the meaning of everything that had ever happened in my life. I was receiving assurances from Heaven itself that needed to feel ashamed no longer, that I was loved for all eternity. Everything that existed was holy. Angels were everywhere,beautiful and terrifying.

I had always scoffed at those who said that we could do anything we put our minds to, and that our beliefs were what limited. We had to let go of our doubts, they said, and visualize what we wanted. Now I stopped scoffing; it was time to believe in myself, just as they said we needed to. I knew what I wanted:years before, I had lusted after an exceptionally desirable woman named Robin. My housemates and I had a cat named Bandit,and I reasoned that a bandit is a robber and robbers engage in robbin’; therefore Bandit could be transformed into Robin for my carnal delight. I visualized the metamorphosis, lifted Bandit to my face, and rubbed noses with him. He blinked at me and meowed.

Fantastic! Cats were cats, and women were women; reality hadl imits, and therefore my thoughts could not destroy the universe.Therefore, I was not God. I was relieved beyond measure. As I digested this momentous discovery, my housemates and friends began to make arrangements for finding me a safe place to be;three days later I was in the hospital on a 72-hour hold. This meant that I was Jonah the prophet, and that I had been running from God my whole life, and was sent by Him to spend three nights in the belly of the whale.

I told the psychiatrist about being overwhelmed by a sense of angelic presences; he said that this idea was psychotic and that he would put me on risperidone, a new antipsychotic drug.The healing intentions of hundreds of people who had developed and tested this drug were enfolded within this pill, I told myself, and it would reveal what I needed to do in order tofit into this world in which I had always felt like a stranger.

About 20 minutes after the initial dose, I had my very first psychedelic experience—brilliant rivers of intensely saturated light flowed before my eyes. Assuming that the vision of flowing light was the intended therapeutic effect of the drug, I realized that disdain for psychedelics had been my basic problem; I had placed too much trust in reason and science. Risperidone was a wonder drug! I was cured!

The next day, another doctor started me on lithium. Aha! Lithium was the lightest of the metallic elements, number three in the periodic table. It was the ideal conduit by which cosmic energiescould be grounded. The stars were mostly hydrogen and helium;lithium was the vehicle through which their messages could come to earth. How wise the psychiatrists were! They really knew what I needed!

Thus the mental health care system and I were at cross purposes;what I was experiencing as a wonderful healing process was construed by my doctors as a serious disease process. Neither of us had a clue about the other’s perspective. They knew nothing about my issues with my father, the spiritual and religious interests I had had since childhood, and my recent fascination with the Lubavitcher Hasidim, who were saying publicly that their elderly and ailing leader was the promised Messiah. If the Lubavitchers were right, then the healing of the whole world was at hand,and we would have no more war. Fear and hatred would rule no longer. God would no longer be a tool of oppression. With my entire being, I wanted this to be true. For their part, the doctors knew messianic obsession as a symptom of illness, a medical disorder of the brain.

Mania, in my experience of it, is a process of giving birth to hope in the soul. It is opposed from within by an equally intense nihilism and fear that the entire creation is nothing more than a cesspool of doom. Inner conflict can make a person labile. The cosmic grandiosity comes from trying to answer the question “Is the universe a friendly place or a hostile place?” This is ultimately a religious question, hence the preoccupation with spiritual and religious issues.

The struggle between hope and utter despair can frighten onlookers as well as the person on the inside of the experience. There is a difference between the expression and the intention of any problematic behavior; the expression of mania, intrusive and melodramatic, gets the attention of onlookers. The constructive intention, concealed inside a person and covered over by layers of wild behavior, must be looked for or it will be missed.

If you don’t think of it, you will miss it,” every medical student is told when learning the art of clinical diagnosis.My doctors did not think about the possibility that they were seeing a person in the midst of a spiritual emergency; the concept itself is not on their map of reality. It is not listed in the differential diagnosis of manic episode in DSM-IV. Psychiatrists do not think about it, and they miss it. The patient, unfortunately,pays the price for the doctor’s impoverished frame of reference.

It is a very serious matter when a physician mistakes a healing process for a pathological one. The intention of the doctors was positive, but their expression was most destructive. The head of psychiatry at the hospital told me that I was in denial if I insisted that I had been having a spiritual crisis. No,he said, this is a medical disorder like asthma or diabetes.When I finally understood that he meant what he said, I was devastated, and I was feeling suicidal within hours. I could not argue with his self-assured, expert manner.

Where, I wanted to ask, were the mast cells, the inflammatory mediators, the glycosylated proteins of this allegedly medical condition? But I was too demoralized to speak. I felt only like dying. The whole episode meant nothing; it was just a case of bad DNA making defective protoplasm. If I had accepted the medical model of my experience, I would not have survived to tell this tale. Despair would have consumed me.

I emerged from despair because other people interpreted things differently. One of my housemates said, “This happened for a reason, Ed.” A psychiatrist who understands the concept of spiritual emergency accepted the legitimacy of the nonordinary states of mind that I described to him, and he likened them to crises that many people had passed successfully through. Outside themedical profession, there were many people who easily understood what I was saying, and they helped save my life.

Medical education does not prepare psychiatrists to deal with spirituality in human experience. In shaping human lives, spirituality is at least as powerful (and as subject to compulsiveness) asexuality, and just as irresistible when intensely felt. It is expected that psychiatrists will be able to take sexual historiescompetently, but spiritual histories seem to be another matter.It saddens me to report that physicians were the main obstacle that I had to overcome on my quest for a hope-filled view ofthe world.

When confronted with manic patients, psychiatrists ought to ask themselves, “Could this be a spiritual emergency?” When no medical illness or drug intoxication is found, this possibility should be carefully ruled out before a medical model is imposed on the situation. There are features in the territory of human experience that are deleted from the professional maps that psychiatrists use. Those maps must be revised. DSM-IV should include “religious or spiritual problem” in the differential diagnosis of manic episode. Physicians who do not think about it when appropriate may do their patients grave harm.

More info: Spiritual emergency: one way of interpreting activity of the psyche that is often labeled psychotic

*it is potentially dangerous to come off medications without careful planning. Please be sure to be well educated before undertaking any sort of discontinuation of medications. If your MD agrees to help you do so, do not assume they know how to do it well even if they claim to have experience. They are generally not trained in discontinuation and may not know how to recognize withdrawal issues. A lot of withdrawal issues are misdiagnosed to be psychiatric problems. This is why it’s good to educate oneself and find a doctor who is willing to learn with you as your partner in care. See: Psychiatric drug withdrawal and protracted withdrawal syndrome round-up

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10 Responses

  1. Liz

    If traditional psychiatry were to consider mania as a potential spiritual emergency, they would first need destroy the order of their biological paradign. Not to squash hope for a better world, I doubt this will ever happen. Nonetheless, Dr. Whitney’s view is a very valid insight into manic states. To drag this out one more already popular step among those of us who have been down the manic or otherwise ‘disordered’ road, the same is true of all emotional states of the human psyhe. They are just that; the most pure and at times, possibly the most extreme emotional and spiritual states, I believe.

    But hey, we can’t be havin’ these kinds pure disruptions now, can we?

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  2. Hey Gianna

    Nice post – I am always really interested in the idea that some psychosis/mania (dare I say it – if not all) are potentially healing experiences.

    It saddens me to know that the mental health services in the uk will not simply provide support without forcing you to take medication. I personally wanted help as I knew something about me had changed and that I needed to be in a ‘safe place’, but as soon as they started to bully/brain-wash me into to taking medication I knew I just had to get away – fast!!

    My psychosis/mania (which as you know was effexor withdrawal induced) contained many ‘spiritual’ themes. The emotions and ideas I experienced when manic/psychotic taught me a lot.
    I look back over a year later and can see that I definitely let go of a lot of stuff (I have not had a full blown panic attack since the ‘episode’) and that my capacity to feel contentment and happiness has increased. I feel more in control of my life as a result. Which is all rather nice!!

    Best wishes
    Keener

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  3. markps2

    Again great writing. I wonder why psychiatrists need to drug people. If someone is in their hospital/prison who are they going to hurt if undrugged? If mania is a brain chemical imbalance , which I do conceed it could be, why can’t they wait? Myself my past experiences have shown me that my mania lasts for three days at most. Anyways Rosenhan proved the sane person once admitted to a psychiatric hospital are believed to be insane. There is no recourse, you must agree with your master(s). Rosenhan > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kq-7uvVOoyk

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  4. anonymous

    Greetings!

    I found your site through Sean Blackwell’s YouTube channel. I’ve had the pleasure of watching Sean’s well-researched and insightful videos about spiritual emergency 🙂 Yesterday, I went a step further and read Sean’s new book, “A Quiet Mind.” This new information has sparked an interest in transpersonal psychology for me, and I plan to read Stanislov Grof’s book, “Spiritual Emergency” in the near future. When I had my breakdown, I was not living in a supportive environment, became homelss, was hospitalized eight times, and wound up now living in a housing program for the mentally ill. It’s been rough. The psychiatrist medicated me with Risperdal and a Lithium, and diagnosed me with schizoaffective (bipolar type). At first I was diagnosed with bipolar 1 w/ psychotic features, but the diagnosed changed recently after talking to the psychiatrist about my experiences. Nowhere did my therapist or doctor suggest that my experiences may have been a spiritual emergency; this is something that angers me because I now believe, as you do, that mine was a spiritual emergency instead of mental illnes. Consequently, I now realize that I’m taking medications that I don’t need. I’m concerened about Risperdal withdraw especially because every time I’ve stopped taking it in the past without titrating, I went through the most intense psychosis and other painful symptoms that never occured before I started the Risperdal. On the 17th of this month, I’m requesting that my psychiatrist change my medication from Risperdal to Geodon because that appears to be a happy medium in terms of weight gain, diabetes, and high cholestrol risk. One day I will try to stop taking all medications completely, but my current environment does not allow for that. In fact, if the housing program staff discover that I’ve stopped taking my meds, then I’ll be kicked out. I don’t want to be homeless again! I’m only 28, so I’m hoping that I can overcome this entire dreadful situation given enough time 🙂 I wish you well in your journey!

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  5. Nick

    Dear sir/madam,

    I am sure that I have read your name in the introduction but cannot find it so I will refer to you as a person with a spiritual emergency.

    I’m having the very same thing and wondered if you could give me any pointers to whom I should contact and what I should do during the emergency healing process.

    My father and mother were abusive to me as a child and I have been having manic thoughts with spiritualism and religiousness tied in – I believe I’m in contact with the angels that you speak of and that you have written about – but am no way condoning such practices to psychiatrists – whom I agree with the replyer first, said that they would have to get rid of their own materialistic feelings about life and get rid of the biological component of psychiatry in order and favor of a spiritual and kundalini one.

    However unlike the first poster I disagree – if we have enough people explaining this spiritual emergency, then perhaps we can persuade the pharisees whoops psychologists to understand that we’re able to be in touch with the spiritual meanings of life.

    Reality does have its boundaries and mathematically so!
    The physical and mental reality is a real reality as well – but we need to distinguish the difference and know that one does not necessitate the other.

    I love everyone and peace be with all

    Love Nick

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  6. nick

    Dear Gianna,

    thank you for replying to my email and my post. I am sorry that you had to go through the medication route before you have had the chance to finish your spiritual emergency. I thank you for the email and the reply to the email address that I will be speaking to Sean for that thank you.

    I wish you all the best for the future, and everything that happens to you for the rest of your life – here’s wishing good things to happen to you which is what I meant.

    Love nick

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