Bipolar Disorder Takes a Friend

I can breathe a sigh of relief. I now have all of the medications I need. I no longer think I am headed down a path to the hospital because of a breakdown, as my psychiatrist suggested. She did not know of my medication issue, however. It is really uncomfortable to tell my psychiatrist that " Well...I took too much of this or that so I ran out at least a week ago... " . But then she is left with the impression I am on the edge of...night?My friend committed suicide.I still struggle with the word " friend " . It is as if I never really wanted to admit I had let my heart open up emotionally when we reconnected to admit that I was in any way attached and softened towards him. Break ups can do that, even though yes, we were friendly towards each other and did confide somewhat in each other over hard and difficult subjects but never our romantic situations. Nothing was ever, could have ever been anything more than platonic again between us. I assume he had zero interest as well. But I did care about him and his welfare, and he was interesting, entertaining, I appreciated his opinions, he had interesting viewpoints, so different than anyone I knew. And..we had a mutual caring between us. I think?Sorry, rambling. My mind tends to do that when I think of this. We had known each other since the mid 90 ' s. Nine Inch Nails " I Want To F*ck You Like An Animal " had just come out, and the video was only played on ...

Source: bipolar.and.me - October 24, 2016 Category: Psychiatry Source Type: blogs