i have a family member (actually a few) who is bipolar. it’s not hard to tell when she goes off her meds because she literally loses her fucking mind. i’ve grown up with this person on the periphery of my life and i’ve seen the various stages of her swings. what most people don’t understand is that the violence of the arch can and does impact the people around them.
there is almost a manic need to hurt others and yet they seem to have no idea that they are causing harm as they rampage with justification and righteous indignation through the lives of the people they have decided to focus their hatred upon in that moment. and it’s random. absolutely random. they pounce on you out of the blue.
in the moment you come under attack, it’s hard to remember to be calm and ignore their tirade because it’s coming from a place that is unstable and irrational. you do what most normal people do, which is defend yourself and or to retreat from the situation. your parrying, defensive words also cut and and are used as weapons against you, as proof that their attack was warranted.
you want too know what bipolar mental illness looks like? it looks like a verbal train wreck that spills its carcinogenic load all over the landscape before it bursts into flames charring everything it touches leaving it a ruined and fragile, mess.