So....... Where do I start. I schedule a visit with my doctor for a sinus infection which heals itself before my appointment. Now I have every intention of canceling this appointment, but I don't. Hell I even forgot till late last night. So I decide to go anyway, I am an American I know I can find something wrong with anything.(jk) So I was sure I would find some aliment if I sat there long enough. I tell the doc I have been suffering from really low energy and can't sleep.(my mind never shuts down) OMG! This led to more questions and even more. While I am sitting there answering I just wanted to say doc we both know this is depression. I just told you my wife and I are at odds so gimme the free pills and write me a script and let me go.(irritability here) Then he looks up and smiles........... So Black have you heard of Bipolar Disorder. Now who in the western hemisphere hasn't heard of Bipolar Disorder! He proceeds to tell me how all my symptoms fit. So he gives me The Questionnaire, which I'm proud to say if it were a pop quiz and I were in high school I would have aced it. But reality is not always friendly and reality dictated that I indeed suffer from Bipolar Disorder.
Bipolar Disorder.......... These two words bounced around inside my head till I was bursting inside. Then came the hind sight the realization that I have been handicapped all my life until this day and how much pain I have dished out to others whether in my marriage or coworkers, etc. All the life experiences I have been robbed of because I was to blind to see them in front of me. Hell it even explained the issues that I have been causing in my own marriage..... Marriage if I still can call what I am living that. I have a lot of learning about myself coming up. They say it takes two months to for the medicine to fully seed in my system. I am afraid of who that person will be like, maybe I really don't like lasagna.(jk) But seriously how will this evening out of things work. One thing I do know..... I have to get myself together for myself and not for my kids, my wife, or my marriage. I won't be the father, husband, protector I need and can be if I fail. On the good side of things I really am not the bad guy my wife feels I am. Now will the Real Mr. Black please stand up!!!
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No marriage is guaranteed, but I can safely say that I will be here to support you through your illness for as long as you need me whether it be as your wife or as your friend. I love you!!!
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