It was frightening witnessing my best friend, the person who I love most in this world and know everything about, essentially lose his mind, become a danger to himself, and need to be on lockdown. Once he was finally home and recovering, it felt like I became the one who was not doing so well. I would wake up in the middle of the night panicked that something was wrong, and spent most of my time worrying about him.
Just a little while ago, it felt like the diagnosis had taken over everything. But it doesn’t feel that way anymore. I am grateful that I have him back, safe and well, and to know that this is a manageable illness. I am also grateful that I am able to sleep, and for the friends and family in our lives on both coasts who have helped us through this. We are both better equipped to manage our anxieties now and are on our way to being healthier together.