He's a little better, I'm not better; he's blaming me, and he's not wrong
I fell apart really hard after a couple of weeks of keeping it together better. My husband has been bad to worse, up and down as usual, but I fell apart after the first four good days he's had in a long while.
I don't know why I fell apart. Maybe that time of the month. Maybe I got triggered by some hard questions my trauma therapist asked. But I fell apart hard. I'm a total mess. And now he's in another episode after a few days' break and he's blaming me, which I do know is ridiculous, he's been in non-stop back to back episodes forever, he was just in the depths of depression last Sunday when I was at the top of my game and I know this is isn't my fault if he fell into another one on Friday, but it feels cruel and scary that he is blaming me, like the nail in the coffin his bipolar narrative has created about me and our relationship.
When I started to fall apart I so desperately wanted validation from him, for him to hold me and tell me I've been through a lot, that it's okay to be hurt, that he wants to help me, that he cares, but instead he only got angry and agitated and it's so disorienting. Even if I'm sobbing on the floor he just ignores me, and I can't seem to stop, my mind just goes blank, I can't believe there isn't some compassion and tenderness and recognition in there if I just a dig a little further, but I just keep getting anger and blame.
The lack of empathy just feels like gasoline on the fire of healing for me and for our marriage. I want his empathy. I want him to treat me like I was hurt by someone else, but he just feels my pain as blame and shame and guilt and I feel his anger and disappointment the same way back, reinforcing all the really horrible things he said to me and about me when he was in a more manic state.
How do we get out of this cycle?