Many of you will remember the “He is not the Messiah” scene from Monty Python’s “Life of Brian” but as it has “adult-only” content and I don’t want to offend I’m not including it. If you want to watch it (again) you can see it here.
During many forms of treatment for my manic-depression I’ve been taught to give the enemy a name and character, visualise it and make friends. Sorry, no can do. The best I can come up with is laughing at him. My form is Cylcothemic Bipolar so the mood swings come and go very rapidly and last only days not weeks or months. In one way I’m lucky. I should hate to be on a depressive phase for months. Tried that before and it wasn’t fun. Not playing again.
So, although I sometimes refer to him as “the Demon” that is a bit too respectful. My books are peopled with demons and he isn’t one of those. I choose to see him as that irritating neighbour who calls around at all times of the day and night, complains endlessly and sometimes makes me either very angry or leaves me in tears. He can, in fact, do me little favours. When I’m pushing myself too hard he rings the doorbell and distracts me from work I shouldn’t be doing. As he is the sort who “always knows best” he can force me into bed to rest. While I hate to admit it, that really IS the best answer sometimes.
While not a friend, he is just someone I have to live with. Moving away isn’t an option.