Yesterday was the first time a professional has voiced the word that has been at the back of my mind for a long time. She only mentioned it as an idea to consider based on our story and based on the biological history of mother, aunt and grandma.
I have not but mentioned the possibility to a few close friends over the last couple of years. I know nothing about it.
The word is Bipolar.
This week, out of the blue, my 16 year old sent me a youtube link on bipolar. She gave no explanation and I asked why she had sent it to me. She just said, "Watch it. I think you'll find some of it eerily familiar."
Missy is definitely on the UP. She is talking NON-stop. Even while we are talking- she talks over top of us, even when she is brushing her teeth, even when she is standing in the middle of the pasture all alone. . . She's loud and insistent. She's happy and animated, though. We can live with this much easier than the depressive misery.
Her twin on the other hand, is crying at the drop of a hat. I can't ask him to do a thing without his tears. He can't see through his glasses most of the time because of the dried tear stains. He's lethargic and passive aggressive.
I'm not going to rush to find a diagnosis. I am just going to start collecting daily data on a calendar.