My first diagnosis was 23 years ago and I did not want to believe it then because of stigma. Now I have a recent BP II diagnosis and I like to think that I just barely am affected anymore. Then I remember stuff like this. I don't know how much you know about what I described, but I know a lot about it and under normal conditions (if I were a rational person) I would try to intervene if I saw a stranger attempting it. It was death wish stupid.

Oddly enough, I am close to finishing a kayak built from plans that is very capable of doing this sort of thing in relative safety. But I still would not paddle out as far as I did and ride rollers that large alone. Even with the right equipment, there was some pucker factor with the conditions and it had been years since I had paddled heavy water.