After a rough two days, Jason completely lost it and started talking about "not wanting to be here" and, scarier, even specific methods. I called a help center and got him checked into a behavioral hospital. He is supposed to be there a week. He has a soft diagnosis of bipolar, which makes sense, considering how this literally came out of nowhere. He just swung into depression so suddenly and violently. Literally almost violently.
I saved his life but I don't think I saved our relationship. He screamed at me repeatedly while getting him checked in. Told me this was my fault and other crap like that. Hugged me before I left and said he had faith that we would pull through this.
I don't know how I haven't seen the evidence of his bipolar before now. Tonight it was so obvious. He is like two different people and I'm only in love with one of them.
I'm putting my faith in medicine and time. That's what it took for me to figure out depression and how to work with it.
Please don't hate me for trying to help you and know that I love you.
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