Thanks for the hug, RubyRae

I have had therapy on and off since I was a teenager.
I have traveled since a child and went to 8 different schools by the time I was 18. I have lived in 43 different paces for 6 months or more in my life.

My first therapy as an adult was when I was 23. I did it for 6 months before leaving that U.S. State. After I left I started a long distance relationship with that therapist where we would take turns driving to each other's place on the weekends. This turned out to be the healthiest relationship I ever had, but I stupidly broke it off with her a few months later. It was likely a manic whim.

So anyways, that episode typifies my therapy experience. Every therapist I ever had ends up being my friend. My therapy sessions are basically me entertaining them. I just happen to click too well with those types. I had many friends and relationships outside of therapy who were psychologists and psychiatrists.

My last therapy was in 2010. He was a very nice man who loved my stories and company. The last psychiatrist I saw was in 2012. Since then I have been on my own.

Did I mention I have Bipolar as well?

We just have to do the best we can with how we are equipped.

I was dealt a difficult hand this lifetime, but I am not complaining.
Somehow I trust that eventually everything is going to be ok.