I have bp and bpd and I know I am very difficult to be around at times. God knows, I would get away from me if I could. The best thing that others can do for me is to understand that these are real illnesses, to be supportive as I try to get help and manage the symptoms, to gently distract me when I start to fall apart, to ask me questions if they don't understand and/or to refuse to engage in an argument if I suddenly have some irrational angry outburst. Let me know they love me and offer compassion (not pity or judgment). To understand that there is a tremendous amount of suffering and pain within me and to know I am sincere in my apologies.