A few months ago, I met a guy. We’ve never met in person, but we’ve talked a lot. I didn’t know right away that he has bipolar disorder—it came up gradually.
Once I knew, I tried to learn how to help. I looked things up online, checked books at the bookstore, and read stories on Q&A sites to gain knowledge.
Since we’re strangers, I worried, “How far should I get involved? Are my actions a burden to him with bipolar disorder?” It really troubled me.
We only connect through email and phone, so what I can do is limited.
I can offer words or text, but helping through actions is tough. Since he deals with bipolar disorder alone, all I could do was check if he’s managing his health, mood, or meds.
But since I’m not there to see him, he might lie about feeling okay or managing his meds when he’s not. Even if he says everything’s fine, I can’t fully trust it.
It might seem half-hearted, but this is all I can do. Still, I want to save one person, help them, be there for them.
To people with bipolar disorder or their families, if you’re struggling alone, there are people like me who might only help a little but want to do their best for you.
I’d be glad if these words make you feel even a bit understood.
※本記事は個人のうつ病体験談です。体験内容はあくまで個人の体験であり、医療アドバイスではありません。専門的なアドバイスを希望する場合は医師へ相談を。
※This article is a personal depression story. The content is solely based on personal experience and is not medical advice. Consult a doctor for professional advice.