I think I’m done dating people with mental illness, it’s just too confusing and exhausting

Between the last girl who had extreme self-esteem issues, would flip flop between being obsessed with me and “just wanting to be friends who makeout”, constantly sending me flurries of manic, incomprehensible texts very early in the morning, and the girl who randomly, out of the blue decided to end things because she felt like she was at a low point; I think I’m gonna tap out. Don’t get me wrong, I think these women are great people, and I wish them nothing but the best. But, I don’t know, man, I try to be as accommodating and available as possible to people who suffer from mental illness from it, but my mental health is important too. The worst part is that I kind of feel like a sucker. I just finished hand carving a piece of purple heart wood into a beautiful, purple incense holder for this girl, only for her to dump me two days later. Well shit. I’ll just give it to my mom. Sorry if this was long-winded, I just needed to vent somewhere. Anyway, $4 a pound.