I’ve missed family meals, outings with friends, or had to leave early sometimes. If you could peel away my face and see what I am feeling, what I am thinking, what I am fearing, what I am imaging, things that worry me…you would recoil in fear. Terror, to be perfectly frank.
Not understanding actions of a troubled loved one? Ask for help understanding, and listen. Listening, which is beyond hearing, could make all the difference in the world. It is not overly-dramatic to say, you might save a person unnecessary pain, or even save their life. Understand, any given day, though it was fought and conquered the days before, could be THE day.
At least, that’s my world. I venture to say it is the same for many with BP.