you had bipolar, and your Husband Ghost knew, but not how bad it could get. He always supported you and helped you, and gave you your pills. But it could never get better. One morning you woke up to just pain and sadness, you couldn’t move or anything. Your Husband Ghost was already up and trying to get you up, but you couldn’t do anything.

“Love, come on. Let’s get you breakfast” He said softly