Bipolar Sucks!

The real kind, not the irractic confusing blanket title kind. My husband has bipolar disorder and it is best described as a horrible roller coaster ride that I didn’t sign up for and I can’t get off. I am thankful not to have the racing thoughts and voices in my head…I cannot imagine whatcthat must be like! What I experience because of his illness is, almost daily,  immobilizing. I truly hate this disease and who my husband becomes because of it. I cry far too often, as does he, and all it seems to do is draw us apart. The fight to stay strong and happily married seems near impossible at times. We will endure. We will succeed. We will struggle. It will be worth it. (At least that is what I keep telling myself.)