While his descent into mania was shocking, I was left even more incredulous by the concern that the condition generated from his loved ones. To know that that was me at a time (okay, several times) was humbling and left me incredibly appreciative (or even moreso, I should say) of those who have reached out in support and care during my rough patches.
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Monday, July 1, 2013
From the Outside Looking In.
I learned a sibling of a friend (who also happens to be black) seems to be having his own struggles with bipolar disorder, and as fate would have it found himself in the same psych facility that I have been in countless times. Hearing tales of his mania, which include a newfound religiosity, grandiosity, paranoia, and delusion evoked many a feeling and unearthed many a memory that had long ago been repressed.
While his descent into mania was shocking, I was left even more incredulous by the concern that the condition generated from his loved ones. To know that that was me at a time (okay, several times) was humbling and left me incredibly appreciative (or even moreso, I should say) of those who have reached out in support and care during my rough patches.
While his descent into mania was shocking, I was left even more incredulous by the concern that the condition generated from his loved ones. To know that that was me at a time (okay, several times) was humbling and left me incredibly appreciative (or even moreso, I should say) of those who have reached out in support and care during my rough patches.
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