I think I’ve always been bipolar, but wasn’t diagnosed. Definitely, my high school boyfriend knew something was wrong with me. He asked me if I wanted to talk to his dad (a psychotherapist).

I found my husband before I was diagnosed, and we were married within 9 months. Eventually, I got tired of him telling me what a bad person I was and blaming me for everything. I stopped talking to him, and we mostly avoided each other until he passed away.

I was diagnosed after he was gone.

I’ve had one boyfriend since he passed away. My thoughts are that I have no ability to love and attach anymore. I’m way less miserable by myself