In February i was severely depressed and suicidal... and very angry at the same time. I cried in front of my T because I couldn't handle it anymore. I just wanted to die and rip people's heads off at the same time. I think I had dysphoric mania.

My t just offered me some tissues and changed his tone of voice while he talked to me. I think he realized there was nothing he could do to fix my depression, so he tried to be comforting. (My depression didn't have a trigger... It just appeared out of nowhere, which is common with bipolar disorder.)