When Michael, age 24, first sought mental health treatment, he spent most of his time talking to his psychiatrist about his overwhelming feelings of sadness, hopelessness, and lethargy. He was on probation at work due to excessive absences and just coming to sessions with the psychiatrist was an overwhelming project that took all of his energy for the day. He often showed up wearing the clothes he had slept in and couldn’t remember the last time he had showered. All signs pointed to major depression, and he was quickly prescribed an SSRI in the hopes of lifting him out of his fog. But as the weeks passed, his symptoms didn’t improve; in fact, his condition deteriorated to the point where he could no longer gather the energy to drive himself to his psychiatrist’s office and his mother took on the role of shuttling him to treatment, reading magazines in the waiting room as the doctor wrote prescriptions for new antidepressants to try. One day she sat in on a session and as she listened to the discussion about depressive symptoms and the ineffectiveness of the medication, she became very confused and had to interject.
‘But what about his mania?’
Mania. The word had never been a part of the conversations between Michael and his psychiatrist, not due to deception, but because Michael could not remember the weeks he had spent in an altered psychological state, talking so fast his words ran together in a single stream and plotting his run for president, before the depression hit. It was not until his mother intervened that the true nature of his illness was revealed and his psychiatrist was able to create an effective treatment plan based on a new and accurate diagnosis of bipolar disorder.



