I had gone up to see my family and took the bus. My dad said later that when he said good bye he wasn’t sure if I was ok. I was sitting on the bus when a guy dressed all in yellow sat down next to me. Immediately, I felt that the two of us were supposed to save the world. He was very friendly and we decided to get off at the next stop together. We spent the night at a motel. Again, the sexual promiscuity of having bipolar disorder showed threw. I have no idea of how this guy felt at any time of this. I don’t think he ever meant to cause me harm in any way.
Eventually, we ended up going to where I lived in Florida. We picked up my car and started heading north. I am not sure why,but you have to realize that I thought I was thinking I as saving the world. I think what I was thinking was that we needed to travel around the nation and then the world together to bring peace. (Delusions of Grandeur is another symptom of bipolar disorder)
After leaving with my car, we traded my car in for a red convertible and we were off.
I have said before that I don’t remember everything about my manic episodes. I do remember deciding to get married to him within days. We bought a ring. I remember being on the beach at night and a police officer asking me if I was ok and thinking that was a good sign that things were working. Note: He did not have any money.
Meanwhile, my family was terrified. They knew that I was at some point in Georgia where there were sex rings going on where they were killing women. Someone my sister knew worked for the FBI so somehow they were involved. They were able to track where I was because of credit card purchases. I was using my parent’s credit cards. I think I was calling them during this time too.
I was happier than happy. I was on a high and was out to save the world. I have no idea what they guy was feeling or thinking during this time.
With the help with law enforcement, my parents would find out where I was, but before they could catch up with me, I was off again.
Then….came the KNOCK ON THE DOOR…..
The police rushed in and the guy was taken away. My parents then had to deal with taking me back to where I was living in Florida and bringing me home. The things my parents have done for me over the years- I don’t think I could ever thank them enough. I am so lucky and blessed to have them in my life and know that many people who have mental illnesses lose their families because of their behavior.
I referred to this man as a guy up until now. I do,however, remember his name. He told me his name was Derrick Stone. My mom has told me that that was what he told me his name was. I will never know if he was ever going to do me harm or not or if that was his name. This was the first full blown manic episode since I was first diagnosed.
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