i get that. friends i've had, no matter how close, but for
and doc has lived with this for eight years. he's seen me do really well for a while and then just crash and burn. and it seems the better i am, the harder i crash. so i understand him in this. when he tells me he doesn't want me to be too adventurous or try to do too much. with this he is doing what he can to protect me from myself and the world. he is proud of me when i triumph and he is scared for me when i don't. i don't think he knows i understand and that i love him more for it. he is the only person who has ever been able to deal with living with me this long.
it has been at great cost to himself and i want, more than anything else, to be on the road to recovery. i want the meds to keep working so that he can relax. i want him to enjoy life. i don't just want someone to take care of me, i want someone i can take care of, too. and his love and patience make me want that all the more. i want to take care of him and help him like he is helping me and i want to love him forever.
that's all.