I just can’t deal with this shit anymore. He thinks I’m a liar and that I’m not bipolar that I’m just depressed. He thinks I lied to two fucking psychiatrists that diagnosed me. All because when I didn’t know what the hell was going on with me I googled my symptoms and said I think I’m bipolar. Even though when I met him I wasn’t sleeping, was reading about string theory and multiple dimensions. Even though I thought the universe brought us together and was speaking to me. Even though I said omg I can see electricity flowing out of your body into my body. Even though I was working out all the time and teaching myself Korean so I could move to Korea and teach English. It’s like he just feel in love with this eccentric person and doesn’t want to see anything. Even though I have been depressed over and over again and have family history of bipolar disorder. He thinks when I get hypomanic now and get tons of shit done and come up with new business ideas and quit my fucking job that’s just me doing better even though it never lasts. He doesn’t want to hear that most bipolar people spend more time depressed or that you can be depressed for freaking years. Honestly it just makes me want to say fuck it and quit my medications and go fucking off the deep end so maybe he will get it.