Looking through old photos.
Dreadful, miserable, intolerable, draining, exhausting, depleting, frightening, life-sucking.
All of these words describe my Bipolar occurrences and my chronic illness/pain issues.
What else do these words describe? Reactions to me when I seek help. What’s worse, I experience this in my own home.
Yes, I’m sure I become a lot to listen to because there’s a lot going on; and honestly, I wouldn’t want to listen to me, either. However, I would like to think I would respond on some sort of meaningful level rather than receive a quick platitude and then watch the person I’m talking to go right back to looking at that phone.
I know I would behave differently than what I receive sometimes because I help my son with his issues of Bipolar and anxiety. Yes, he can be a lot. It can be hard, but it’s just what you do.
I don’t get why…..
I guess I don’t even know what else to say.
I will sign off and look at faded, slightly torn photos and wonder if eventually they will tear and sever in two.