He instinctively knew when another contraction was beginning as we spent 29 looong hours in anticipation of meeting our first born. In a gentle voice he would tell me, "It's time to start breathing again." It's the same with my unwanted manics and depressions. He sees them before I do. In his gentleness he warns me to slow, rest and breathe. He was made to lead me.
Just over a month now we've both watched as the symptoms have increased. It began with apologies over nothing and everything a hundred times a day. From there thoughts, would escape my mouth before my mind had processed what it was saying, causing a true need for apologies and forgiveness. Always sleepless nights during these battles. Now, as this body breaks with fatigue a wild river of thoughts pass through allowing this mind to find no rest. A river flowing so quickly thoughts are only begun but never finished as the next rages by. A river of nonsense.
Welcome to the mild state of mania.