So I posted here about photographing a wedding a couple days ago. I was super nervous since I usually do photography while manic but I am not. It turned out to be a great day despite this! Anyways, I just have to share what happened. I had gone to the groom’s hotel room to take photos. One of the groomsmen said “Hey, Elizabeth!” I was kinda like hmm how does he know my name but didn’t think too much of it. During the ceremony the priest mentioned that there was a police officer in the bridal party. When he said this, it clicked! This man was the officer who drove me an hour to the hospital when I had my major manic episode last summer. I could not believe it! As I was leaving the wedding last night I thanked him for saving my life. He said he was glad I was doing better and hugged me. It was a wonderful moment! Especially since my life has been a lot different since then and I have been ashamed/ embarrassed to be in public much since then. Just thought someone here might understand.