Things around here couldn't be more normal, so normal that there are entire afternoons or mornings when thoughts of Bipolar don't even enter my head.
And then, out of the blue, I'm suddenly gripped by a deep fear when my thoughts turn that direction.
Josh starts classes Tuesday and he is very excited.
On very rare occasions, he will make mention of this 'creature' lurking in the dark, but for the most part, he prefers not to talk about and gets a bit snippy with me if I do.
For now, I am enjoying this calm before the next possible storm and I pray every night that things just stay as they are.
Schmadrian would say I have my head in the sand, that I should be DOING something to prepare for any eventuality. But this is Josh's journey and he is in charge of the road map, I'm just here to act when and if action becomes necessary.
But you can bet that I monitor Josh closely and will be contacting Peter, his therapist, for guidance at the first sign of trouble.
