This Is What Dating A Bipolar Person Feels Like
Not so much because I’m a woman, but because I am DAMAGED.
I so badly want to show them how strong you have to be, to endure decades of this shit.
I’m no flower, not by a long shot. I’m a hearty Midwest Girl that lives in the desert.
I’m more like a cactus. Enduring the heat, monsoons, and everything in between. Somehow making it through the most brutal conditions.
I either wind up with a passionate, equally moody man who becomes angered that he cannot fix me (I don’t require fucking fixing), or I find someone emotionally stable, and incredibly positive, and I feel the need to hide away and endure those terrible days on my own.
The latter dynamic becoming a “safe house” for me emotionally.
The place that I know will always be happy and joyful, so I am fearful to taint it with any talks of my illness.
It becomes an afterthought, something I never mention, and downplay.
When the dark days or manic days do knock on my door, I come up with every excuse in the book to avoid contact with my partner until it passes.