San Francisco
Drove into the city today to have brunch with a girlfriend who I have not seen in over 6 months. We talked about what has been going on in our lives and then she tells me... She is BiPolar and has been for three years. I was neither shocked nor dismayed just genuinely concerned. We talked about the dark days, the rollercoaster afternoons and the suicidal evenings. I am not sure why I did not see the signs since it draws on the same field as my career. Did I not want to see it? I felt as though her explanation of the torment and rage she encountered was clearly raw and recent. Would she later wonder why she told me. We laughed for a while and then said our goodbyes. I got in my car and drove through Golden Gate park. What a beautiful day, a little windy but, the sun was shining and I continued to the great hwy headed home. What an amazing place I live, what an amazing life I have, what an amazing day. I feel lucky today. I am glad she is getting healthy again. She laughs as if noone is in the room, makes me feel so humble.
