Things have been going ok, the only thing was a few weeks ago I had my first major manic episode. I think the funniest part was everyones reactions yet again. I took it fine, it was just interesting. My father in law like totally stepped up and helped me out, but he had to step up, cause my husband stepped down. He chewed me out for being irresponsible for asking his dad to come and get the kids and for being a burden because of my moods and episodes and having to put up with me when Im like this. Then he calms down and I told my mom what happened and of course the rest of dwains family found out and now theyre all worried about me like im ill or something. Then they found out that my pdoc wants me to take another med on top of my two now and I wont. Its a sedative, Im not that bad, it was just a lot of stress and lack of sleep, and going to my therapist a week later than I should have gone. I forget to go as often as I need to. But I handled it all in stride this time. I won't lie, it was upsetting at times, but I didnt let it get to me like before.