I need to interrupt my Living Room story to tell you about something I’ve learned in recent years. Through therapy I learned that a couple of friends who had been very kind had become like parents to me – giving me the kind of love my parents had not provided when I was young.

I came to have an unhealthy attachment, relying far too much on them and eventually stifling them. So, not only did I have bipolar disorder, my problems were emotional as well. This ended up causing great suffering years later when these friends were not able to continue supporting me in the way they once did.

As you go through the story you will probably see this problem portrayed quite well and understand the why of it.

Life is complex, isn’t it?