Writing sad but brutally honest emails to "nonbf" and listening to requiems. Just like a scene out of a movie.

I've seen this same therapist for years and she never needs to read notes during my sessions.

My pdoc just really just said that what I want I can't have. Everything seems to be extra hard!

However, a long-time friend and I have been chatting again. (I visited him a few weeks ago.) He's SO great about the issues as of late. I am so lucky to have him around. Never judges me for anything to do with bipolar- ever. I need that so much. Instead of judging me he tells me I'm great.