Bipolar: (adj) a psychiatric illness characterized by both manic and depressive episodes
Brandon was caught between two opinions.
One of his psychiatrists thought he was schizophrenic and the other felt it was more likely that he was bipolar.
But when Brandon was on the rampage, his mind torn apart by his disease, to the average person he was just crazy.
Insightful, but out of his mind.
Matter of fact, the only times Brandon was interesting were those occasions when he was on the verge of flipping out, going through the streets of town performing actions which were unacceptable for public review.
Yet when Brandon was on his medications, he was calm, docile, but nearly incoherent and incapable of grasping a thought.
Certainly, if one psychiatrist was right and he was bipolar, his manic episodes were filled with colorful visions of exciting ideas from a fellow that seemed to have the energy to solve the problems of the whole world.
But his depression was frightening, making you wonder if you should leave him for fear that he might do harm to himself.
The last time I saw Brandon he was in a mental hospital and seemed to have found a place where he could dominate the weaker inmates, while still maintaining the appearance of submitting to the hospital staff.
He didn’t even recognize me.
He had forgotten who I was.
It reminded me of that common phrase, “He was in his own world.”
He truly was.
It was not a planet that intersected with any of the common attributes of earthlings.
Yet it was a world … and he was King.