Loving a Bipolar.

You know how they say that love can be a roller coaster? Imagine being on a roller coaster that goes to the highest mountain and then swoops down to the lowest cave, and is constantly moving up and down. To the clouds and under the ground. A few parts of the ride have the steady even pace to try to even out the insane ups and downs but it will never ever really be evened out.

That's how I feel it is like to be in a relationship with those of us who are Bipolar, at least most of us.

When you get on the coaster, you think you have an idea of what comes along with the ride, but until you're on it, you really have no idea.
 

  The coaster could be month to month, week to week, day to day, hour to hour, or even quicker. Depending on the day, the time of the year, the emotional state, how well the person is dealing with their bipolar, it all just depends.

It takes a strong person to love and accept a bipolar. Those of us with bipolar tend to hurt those we care about the most. Not purposely, I promise you this. We know it's hard to love us and we apologize in advance.

When you fall for a person with bipolar it's red or blue, and sometimes purple. High, Low, Steady. Mood swings, insecurities, aggression, sadness, restlessness/irritability, impulsiveness, unpredictability, over thinking, fear, depression, loss of interest, anxiety, hyper and hypo activity, sleeping and eating issues... The list goes on. It's hard enough for us to deal with our own-selves, let alone having someone accept us.

We know it's rough. And we don't want to be fixed. We want someone to accept our flaws like everyone else. We know that having this emotional/mental illness is one of the last things someone wants on their plate, but we deserve love just as much as a mentally/emotionally healthy person. In fact, we actually feel (most of us anyways) that we deserve it even more. Give us security, give us love, give us a chance.