January 16th was Damain’s last manic cycle, it lasted for 5 days. Today was his first manic cycle since then. The hospital called Garrett today to tell him that Damian was talking non-stop about things that made no sense and had no context. He packed his bags and told them he was “cured” and going home. He attempted to escape the hospital 3 times. His phone call tonight was crushing.
“Hey mommy, why didn’t you come get me today? I am “cured” now and you didn’t come get me. You need to come pick me up now. The doctors just don’t understand that I am fine now. You need to tell them I am fine. Mommy, are you listening?”
I tell him I love him, but I am not in charge of those decisions when he is in the hospital. I ask him if he notices that his mood has changed so quickly.
“Well because the rain is here it made me think of some sad things,. Then today I had an apple at lunch and it was good. So I am happy now. Hey mommy, are you coming to get me now?”
He is in there somewhere, but not where I can find him today.