I entered a partial inpatient program on November 19th and spent until January 19th in that program and an intensive outpatient program.
I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and put on proper medication, and I slowly began to feel like a real person. I didn’t have fifty moods a day, didn’t scream my head off at people any longer and stopped cutting.
The scars are all but gone now.
Then I made a trip on a whim to South Carolina to visit a friend and met my SO. Now, nearly two years and 1800 miles later, we’re still together, still being frank about my disease when it causes problems and learning how to be adults together.
I owe Ben on the other side of the line my life.