I have been with my husband for three years now. We are both bp's and recently it has become very difficult. You would think having gone through the same things I have that he would be more understanding but its just not that way. He found the meds that work wonders for him but I am still on my search and he grows ever more impatient for me to find them. All the difficult times he went through, all the anxiety and pranoia and depression, all those times I was there holding his hand and he cant even bring himself to be in the same room with me. I'm sure most of it is my fault, I'm sure if I could just get better he could find it within himself to care about me again. But What if I dont get better? What if the next drug I try doesnt work and the next and the next? Is it my right to say that I'm tired? That my quality of life isnt worth living? I've been on so many drugs and they might work for a little while but they never work for long. So whats the answer? Is this it for the rest of my life?
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