If something is wrong with my car, I take it to a mechanic. They have the tools and the knowledge to find out what’s happening, take steps to minimise the damage, get the car running and give me advice on how to avoid the issue in the future..
I once had a mechanic who was brilliant. He could get any car to start, which suited me just fine because I owned a bomb – a real accident-waiting-to-happen kind of car. Anytime there was an odd noise or a failure, this dude would get it started.
Eventually I graduated to a more modern mode of transportation. It had A/C. It had power steering and a radio that worked. It even had a little computer that checked how the engine was running, and made adjustments to things on the fly to keep it going. Sweet!
But the mechanic was lost. This was unknown territory. There were parts he couldn’t see that did things he could only guess at because of the results they produced. And when things went wrong with these invisible parts, he was at a loss. There was nothing for him to look at, no holes to plug, sumps to drain or gaps to weld. All he could do was shake his head.
This is why it’s damned important to have a doc you can trust. One who knows about the hidden computer that drives your meat-suit. One that looks at the results as holistically as possible and doesn’t make snap decisions, or try to plug the wholes with meds. Because when your meat-suit mechanic is dealing with bipolar, it’s not the meat-suit that has the issue – it’s the wet-ware behind it. And that needs a whole different suite of tools.