A boat in a storm, riding the waves.
September was smooth sailing.
October, not so much.
When your sweet heart has bipolar disorder you use lots of analogies....mountains, roller-coasters, pogo sticks, bouncing balls, boats.... It's an often useless effort to help others understand.
We've spent most of the last few weeks rocking, up, down...hi, low...angry, sad....energy, none...lost....
It simply breaks my heart, to watch my exhausted super hero fight to regain ground....
We know exactly where it started and most would just move on, but its not that simple for us.
Have you ever tried to stand up in a dingy in a hurricane???
"He seems fine to me"...Yeah, I know, he's good at that in public, actually he probably is "good" for that moment. You see unlike the movies and the stigma, bipolar battles are deeply personal and private ones and rarely seen.
I lay awake often praying and wondering and worrying....hoping that smoother waters are soon on the horizon. And that someone will be inspired to reach out to him.
I don't like this struggle any more than my sweet heart does. I don't like when he is the learning-curve for others, but some never want to learn.
So please be kind to him, please pray for him, please love him and please never devalue, or minimize his heart ache, just because you don't totally understand.
And please someone help us row this DAMN boat :)