Dropping in love when you are bipolar

Dropping in love when you are bipolar

In the event that you’ve ever held it’s place in love, you’ll recognize. It’s an attractive, delicate, terrifying thing. The feeling of learning to adore another human being, high on the hope that they’ll love you back at first, it’s all giddy intoxication.

Love is, all things considered, a rise of dopamine, adrenaline and serotonin – the chemical compounds accountable for convenience, exhilaration and delight. For the chemically stable person, it is chaos enough. Just picture, then, a mind wanting to navigate the rush of love through the fog of despair, or mania. Imagine some body with manic depression, dropping in love.

Just just What madness that must definitely be.

The start

We met my boyfriend, Jono, in the office. He had been creating a musical, published by a female called Brigitte Aphrodite, about her despair. I became the initial journalist to interview Brigitte, and provided just exactly how raw the show ended up being she had her whole production team huddled close for her. Continue reading “Dropping in love when you are bipolar”