My youngest son is bi-polar and wasn't diagnosed until he was in his late twentys. He had graduated from Tulane worked for a couple of years and then decided he wanted to go to law school. He was in San Diego and in his 2nd year when he had a severe manic episode that lasted about two weeks. I never felt so powerless in my entire life. He seems to be doing fine now and has a great job as a managing editor of a newspaper in Missouri but I live in constant fear that his troubles aren't over.
I miss the days when I thought when people were talking about someone being bi-polar they were taking about an arctic explorer.
I miss the days when I thought when people were talking about someone being bi-polar they were taking about an arctic explorer.