I was unmedicated and not diagnosed with bipolar until I was 36. He was 15. He knew I had depression. He saw me go through the beginnings of the psychosis. He has seen me manic, hypo and depressed. Though usually in bad manias and depressions my family would take him. I'm pretty open with him. He loves that I'm stable. So I'm staying on meds for him. I know in his childhood it was hard for him seeing his mom in manic rages. Sometimes I would yell at him. I've apologized profusely. He forgives me I think. He loved me hypo. I would buy him all kinds of things and we'd go out and do so much fun stuff. Of course he hated my depressions. But I have to focus on the here and now and I'm stable finally. He loves it.

I'm happy to be medicated bc I hated my manic rages. It was just verbal but I hated when I would get that way. Luckily it didn't happen often...