I was on a phone call with my best friend after my partner had a manic
episode during one of Melbourne’s 250+ lockdown days and I said, “do you
know what sucks. Doing the regular 9-5… pretending to smile and act
normal because I’m in a leadership pos...
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I was on a phone call with my best friend after my partner had a manic
episode during one of Melbourne’s 250+ lockdown days and I said, “do you
know what sucks. Doing the regular 9-5… pretending to smile and act
normal because I’m in a leadership position, pretending I’m totally fine
during client meetings..the appearance that everything is fine. And then
finishing my job and immediately needing to mange a my partner who is at
risk of taking his own life. I mean where do I even go to figure out how
to do this. How is this normal?” She replied almost laughing,
“absolutely not hun, that is not normal.” Enter, my life. As a carer to
a partner who is bipolar, I’m always on, I’m on high alert. It’s like
I’m triggered every second of the day because I’m trying to foresee what
could go wrong. It’s crisis control. 24/7. Can you imagine living in
that heightened state and bedding down a high powered agency job that
takes up 50 hours a week and managing a household (thankfully no
children!!)) Jeez, I must be superwoman. The truth is, I am fully broken
inside. Because I dont know what normal person could function like this.
I long for the days when I hear couples on the street speaking about
small talk. Going out for a lockdown picnic with their takeaway
cocktails, just enjoying the company of being with each other. Reality
is, when you’re with a bipolar person that is like a distant dream.
Social outings pretty much disappear. I know what you’re thinking. Well
why are you still in this relationship. I ask myself that everyday. And
the simple answer - love. I do it because I love. He loves me. He
challenges me to think bigger, do better… and I am all those things. You
push yourself harder than you have, and you realise you love that
version of yourself. Its this incredible sense of being and
togetherness. This sense of security and intense vulnerability. But of
course it comes with a cost. And the cost is expensive. Its a cost that
just isn’t sustainable. Because I’m in his realm. His mood defines mine
- and thats if I let it. As a carer - it is vital that I see a
therapist. Someone who helps me set boundaries. Someone who cares about
my mental health and helps me every step of the way. Realise what is,
and what isn’t in my control. Whilst some days I execute it flawlessly,
other days, I dont. Otherdays, I can’t…. because when someone is at risk
of harming themselves. You can’t set boundaries. You go into survival.
Anyone else can relate?