When do you say enough?

I went in search of online bipolar support groups this morning but I wanted to find one that allowed me to write daily blogs. There are just sometimes when you want to write it all down. It makes you feel better, you know? I met my husband on April 23, 2005 and knew right away he was the one God had sent for me. However that was short lived. I was diagnosed with bipolar in 2000 when I started not wanting to come home after work, I didn't care about anything. I had fallen in a true deep depression. I have good days and I have bad days. My husband has put up with a lot over the last five years and honestly if I were him I would have been gone a long time ago. I had to admit to him I was addicted to pain meds in November of 2006 and attempted suicide in May of 2007 and all this time he has been right there. But I will lie to him about the smallest of things, stupid things. We have been seperated since February of this year and it has been tough. I just wanted to find somewhere I could write each day and meet others that will understand what it is I go through each day.