lifeisart's Journal

I spent the day with Mark (the bipolar best friend)today. He's not doing so well. He's stopped going to work, cries every few hours, and can't seem to concentrate. There is a small spark of hope, though. He said today that he wants to make an appointment with a psychiatrist so that he can legally contest his diagnosis. If I can just keep him on track enough to follow through with this, he may actually get some help.
It's a little scary hanging out with him, especially in public places. He thought that some guys in Wal Mart were drug dealers following him, and he was talking & cussing really loud in the restaurant. Every few hours, he rants & raves, crying & making asolutely no sense.
I hate this disease. This guy is one of the smartest, kindest, and most talented people I know. I don't know the guy I visited today, but I have to trust God that the real Mark is still in there and will come back soon. I've been reading Jeremiah 32 lately. God told Jer. to buy a field & warned him that it would soon be in enemy territory & be destroyed. God said to hang onto the deed, though, because the land would be completely restored & made beautiful again. Mark WILL come through this, by God's grace, and I'll hang onto this promise with everything in me.