Just a few days ago James was on a huge high. He was on his sister’s marching bands pit crew and as he helped, we could see his confidence soar. I love seeing James confident and self-assured. He stands a little taller, smiles a little bigger and is so much more independent than he is normally.
The day after the competition though, I noticed some small signs of his bipolar cycling again and felt my heart seize a little. When James begins to cycle, none of us really know what is going to happen. From a grumpy mood, to a full-blown physical explosion of aggression or some vague sadness to out right depression mixed with suicidal idealizations; bipolar seeps into the cracks and crevices of James’ psyche seeking to tear down any and all gains he’s made.
Hoping the fatigue and even the excitement of the day before was triggering…
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