So far, everything is going dandy after my move back with my friends, meeting my mate in person has been a great experience thus far, and he is almost perfect. I say almost because I can't shake this feeling that he thinks I am faking my mental problems, which I wonder to myself, why the hell would somebody lie about having bipolar or PTSD? To get attention? To get pity? Anything else I can't really think off the top of my head? I'm definitely not in any of those boats, if anything, I try to keep my issues as understated as possible, which isn't always an easy task.

He's a darling of a gentleman, but it seems he's never fully dealt with somebody with an entire book of issues, which I have told him I have seen help for it in the past, and plan to get more, and possibly medicated when I have a job again, I know I need it. He's asked if I had any episodes since I got here, and yea, I have, but not as bad as what I had over in CO, for some reason my parents cause me undue anxiety, and unneeded stress. Funny how that works. The main thing here is the little bits of anxiety attacks that he can cause unknowingly, but I love him for the fact he listens after I tell him in private of what happened and why I seemed off or wigging out, or what have you, take your pick.

Another thing I love is he respects me being an introvert, and lets me work when I need to, or at least do my own thing when he's over, but I do heed attention to him, he's something quite special. I just want him to learn I am not lying about my disease, but it's my burden, all he has to do is understand, don't try to interfere in some crazy way, understand, help by helping me cope when you see signs, and pull me out of danger when I can't. Hopefully he reads this, but as of late, he doesn't, strange, but it's ok.