I've slept poorly for the past 2 weeks, and I've been rapid cycling for the past two days. I know the drill, and we're working on it.

Four years out from a nasty divorce after a pretty terrible 20-year marriage, I've met a lovely man. I had no plans to date again EVER, and was fine with that. Then I meet this fantastic guy, in the dairy section of my local grocery store. He's kind, patient and calm. He treats me beautifully, and makes me want to make him as happy as he's making me. My extremely protective family and friends are getting very fond of him, and see the same things in him that I do.

So I like this man enough that I'm having second thoughts about saddling him with me. He knows that I'm bipolar, and I've talked to him some about what that means in the context of who I am. However, that's a whole different thing than actually living with it firsthand. I'm doing incredibly well since my divorce. I haven't been hospitalized since, and I'm down to only Lithium right now. I've lost 50 pounds, and my life has improved beyond belief. However, bipolar is a forever thing. And I'm afraid of making things hard on him. And I'm afraid of falling on love, and then having him walk away because he can't take it anymore (not that I'd blame him.) I feel like damaged goods.