http://www.healthline.com/health/bipolar-disorder/guide-establishing-boundaries

A DATING REALITY

WHEN TO BRING UP YOU’RE BIPOLAR

ESTABLISHING BOUNDARIES

THE THERAPEUTIC BENEFIT OF RELATIONSHIPS

SEXUALITY & BIPOLAR DISORDER

MARRIED IN A WEEK: A BIPOLAR MARRIAGE

ESTABLISHING BOUNDARIES

Every relationship has its problems, no matter how perfect it seems to be.

A large part of relationships when one partner has bipolar disorder is distinguishing when a problem is a normal problem, or when it stems from something related to bipolar disorder.

http://emergingfrombroken.com/when-family-or-friends-say-mean-and-hurtful-things/

When Family or Friends say Mean and Hurtful Things

By Darlene Ouimet

In Response to this post:

Bipolar Awareness ~ Stop the Stigma

Fan Post: Why do I have to be bipolar and a failure?
I can't do anything right, I can't do anything to please anyone...
I am a failure at suicide....
I can't accept that anyone could possibly really care about me....
I love being alone in darkness but then again I would love to talk to a human...
My mind is spinning out of control, the mixture of voices and music is confusing me, the dark shadows are scaring me.....
Is it time to end this war inside of me?

I posted this:

"I'm a failure. I'm a failure to live up to others expectations. It hurts when I think too much about it and I do because that's who I am. Then I go to the people that I love (whether they judge me or not and believe me they do because I judge them too,) and I do my best to get my head into gear. 

This place, the world, didn't begin with these rules. They were developed over time. The way this society is will not be the same way in 10, 20 years. It's hard to see it until you think of the past. 

Sorry just kind of running off at the mind. I feel for you dude, chick, whatever, I've been through this. I hoep you pull through."

See I am still active in seeking my own mental clarity

So it's been since May. I don't find this interesting anymore you say? Not really. I thinks things have just gotten worse and I can't save myself again.
Dad is not in a nursing home. I am not living in reality. I'm living in that purgatory between life and wishing I was dealing with life. I get pushed over the line. One toke over the line sweet jesus.
I got lost can you forgive me? Please do because LOOOOOOORDDDDDD knows I won't forgive myself. I just don't know how.
So I'm going to post this.
I'm not doing the WRAP anymore. I am doing a short fun version of journaling that has prewritten sheets of questions and fun little would you want this or that circle lists. I thought it was charming and would capture the teenage-hood I never had. Well it never does. Like with all charms they don't last long. So now I am dirty and lost and floating through the pablum of a life uninspired. I try to grip things that catch my eye. People and ideas and wants and wishes and needs and dreams but nothing secures me down to get any motivation to grow and ignore the chaos and fight on. I do dribs and drabs of healing things. Don't ask me what. I know I do heal a little at a time. I seem to be able to grab some inner peace for a short while and not feel the wicked swirling sucking of anxiety and panic attacks.
I've done a little non experiment. I don't feel very comfortable with it so I think it may not work no matter what it actually can do without massive stress behind others prejudices of it. We'll see. Will I be strong and reveal it to CR? Who knows. I am off the lithium again. I don't have the balls to call. I am frightened again. I am in a bind in my mind. So my sleeping habits are waaaay bad than before. I wake up at 1 pm or 3 pm then sleep around 7 pm then wake up at 11 pm then go to bed at 6am then start the cycle again. You know what you can suck it. You're no help.