It’s midnight and the crisis team just left our house. We managed to use emergency meds to help calm him down and fall asleep. .
Change is good if you don’t have a mental health disorder. If you do, then change is a monumental, slaptastic, horrifying, nightmare inducing pain in the ass. I started back to school this week. He cannot cope with this change and has turned the family upside down again.
He has not slept since Tuesday night. He stopped eating and now will only drink milk that has 3 ice cubes in it. Three ice cubes that he must thoroughly examine before placing them in the milk.
He has definitely begun a manic stage and we are going straight to the psychiatrist in the morning.
Prayers and good thoughts sent out into the universe needed please.