I'm writing this post because my dear friend Emma, a frequent commenter on my blog, was in a terrible automobile accident in Sydney, Australia. Her car was destroyed, and while she's banged and terribly bruised, she's okay...although it's still quite traumatic.
While I know she'll survive this, I emailed her to tell her how much her friendship means to me. And I realized that this is something I have done with with others--during the past 15 years. As I recall, Paula Joy once posted about this or perhaps I'm thinking about a comment she left on one of my posts, and perhaps others have posted about it as well.
My question is this: Do we tell our friends we love them because we're bipolar and our emotions are sometimes more intense than the emotions of people who aren't BIPS? Or is it because we've experienced such pain and suffering and are so grateful when others tell us how important we are in their lives--even during periods when we don't feel we're contributing very much to anyone?
Whatever the reason, it's one of the good aspects of being a BIP. At least I feel that way. Do you?
P.S. The photograph comes from the following site.