I really understand where you are coming from. My marriage fell apart because of my biploar depression. It was a big reason, anyway. I have no doubt that my wife, at the time, could not cope with my symptoms anymore and divorced me over it. I don't necessarily blame her, because I was not doing what I needed to do to defend myself against depression. It's a terrible enemy... mainly because it can't be defeated. It's you. It's inside you, forever. But that makes you, unbelievably rare, like a lotus, blooming. It makes you realize the power of love in a way no one else on Earth can, because you've seen how deep the rabbit hole goes, you know what's at the bottom. In the darkest of dark places. I've been there too. But we can turn, look at the sun, and realize that we are alive, beautiful, and have so much to offer the world. We are precious little flowers, every single one of you. This disorder does not make your life a living hell, it reminds you of how horrible horror can be, while giving you the capacity to feel deeply, know the world in a totally unique way. Your light on the world is more valuable that anything, and so many of us give in to that dark place and vanish forever. I almost let this happen to me. Don't let it happen to you, my dear. Bloom.

We can treat the symptoms with new medications. If the ones you are on do not work, change them up. It's a science based on guesses anyway... they don't understand why the meds work the way they do, but they do, so we go with it. Advocate for change. What do we have to lose?

BiPolar. BP. Beautiful Person. How bout that instead?