As Few Drugs as Possible
“not boring.”
The man I love sleeping next to began a massive manic episode two weeks ago and stopped sleeping. Among other things. I nodded to a few of them in a previous post: angry bartenders, police chases. Like he likes to remind me, he’s not boring.
He’d been depressed for years. Deeply depressed. Thinking about suicide a lot. He didn’t tell anyone. Didn’t want…
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