I am a hopeless romantic. When I fall in love it is with my full heart. This would be great if my bipolar didn’t make me the romantic equivalent of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The fun mood swings that I deal with in my day to day life extend to my romantic entanglements. As difficult as it is for me to deal with my extreme mood swings, hopeless depression, and reckless mania, it is borderline sadistic to bring another person into the equation. Not that it matters since woman, or just about anyone, can only put up with these “insane” behavior for so long.
So am I doomed to be alone, or will I find the person that accepts my behavior as a tradeoff for the love I have to give?
Remember to smile,