My sickness is now evolving to where I need a companion almost 24/7 to keep me from having bipolar meltdowns. It’s not a matter of distraction because I can do that okay, but my husband’s presence calms me in a way nothing else can. And it seems like I’m always on the brink of a break now so I’m always needing him. I can’t even run errands or sit on the couch by myself anymore. It’s sad. And scary. And I’ve been defeated.
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