Here are just a few of the lessons I carry with me: You can’t make someone happy.
Whenever my ex was in a depressive state, I would try to make him happy by offering to watch his favorite movie, go to his favorite restaurant, or give him a back rub.
I asked if he had finished his coursework and he simply said it could wait and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
I ignorantly assumed bipolar disorder meant you never got out of bed or got anything done, and that’s not the case at all. For those few days or weeks, he couldn’t be pried away from his desk for anything non-essential without becoming super irritable.
Quickly, I learned to identify these episodes and steer clear of him.
I’ve had relationships with all kinds of guys, but one of the most challenging and most eye-opening was with one who had bipolar disorder.
To say that things were hard is an understatement, and while we ultimately decided to end things, I’m so glad he was part of my life because the experience taught me so much.