My dog is laying on the floor trying to eat his way through his leash. I am keeping him from his escape. I hold onto the loop. I throw him some toys. I decide when he is free.
I met a man with ADD. He married a Bipolar One woman. They lived their life as opposites. Twenty-four years worth. The man never saw his symptoms nor did he want too. She saw them, plain as day. His behavior would infuriate her. Symptoms or a manifestation of his personality, she didn't really know. Over the years, she began to shut down while he became defensive. Finally he admits something peculiar occurs but does not investigate. He does not attempt to medicate. He admits he will never make her happy. He is probably right.
The woman has an illness of her own and after almost ten years of therapy, struggles still. She medicates but finds little stability. There is trial and error as she consumes every chemical form. For her, life is a series of disappointments and depressions. She has madness and realizes that the illness keeps on taking its course. What keeps her from finding her pleasures? Her illness is heavy on their relationship. It is a burden. They share unkindness. She admits he will never make her happy. E.C.T. is on the table but she is game for the power of a C.E.G.
The dog ... I let him go but he walks in circles still.
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