Dating a manic depressive woman denver dating events
As Scott looked around the kitchen in horror, my rage turned into shame, and I ran to our bedroom, crying hysterically.I tried to explain to him that I couldn’t help it, or that it certainly felt that way. Even though I could tell when it was coming, I didn’t know how to stop it. I knew it was wrong, and it always zapped me of so much energy, but I felt powerless over it.But he was under the impression that after many years of counseling and taking antidepressants, I was healthy again.He didn’t know that just weeks before we met, I had been suicidal again. Falling in love with Scott brought a lot of joy and excitement to my world, as well as new friends and situations.Sometimes healing from mental anguish can be found in a romantic weekend away.Taking a couple days off work, or going to a few counseling sessions can help too.It was mild disappointment and severe exhaustion combined, and the weight of it made me snap.Poor Scott, I’ll never forget the look on his face as I knocked over one of our dining room chairs and said horrible things. For the next several minutes, I yelled and cursed, throwing things, hitting things, kicking things, all while my husband stood in the exact same spot with his mouth hanging open, speechless.
On a “typical” bad day, I know that tomorrow is a new beginning, and I believe that God allows everything to work together to fulfill some grand plan of His.
But when I’m clinically feeling depressed, there are no tomorrows. Instead of feeling that I have something to offer the world, I start believing the world would be better off without me.
I am hyper-aware of all my flaws, bit and small, past and present.
The outdated term for BP is “Manic Depression,” and I didn’t feel manic.
I thought that in order to be a “manic depressive,” you had to go around in a state of euphoria.