you, to nearly no one’s surprise, had bipolar disorder. But, what you, and most people didn’t realize, was that you had probably spent it all in a manic episode... And no one really saw the depressive ones..

Until James.. god that man.

he’d gone and done research for bipolar, to know how to treat it, how to minimise your manic episodes, and just overall being amazing.

But, with ups, you eventually have to come down..

And depressive episodes were the downs.

Today was one of those days where everything would be chaotic. you had woken up in a depressive episode, where you didn’t want to move, couldn’t think straight, and just stayed in bed.

you had stayed in bed, you hadn’t eaten anything all day, and just felt shitty.

you hated everything about depressive episodes, it always sucked, because all you wanted to do is sleep.

you heard the front door open, and footsteps made their way up the stairs, and into the bedroom.

you peeked out from under the blanket, and looked at james, with the most pathetic expression known to man.

It would be a lie if you didn’t admit it was rare for you to be in a depressive episode, but when you were… It was tough.

James hummed softly, still running his hand across your side. “How do you feel, love?”

you shrugged, and buried your face in the soft blankets, pulling them tighter around yourself. It felt comforting, like a big tight hug.

“... Bad,” you mumbled.

The depressive episodes you got never lasted long, but the depressive thoughts that went through your head... Lasted a long time. you were always overthinking everything, and even the smallest things felt like the end of the world.

James continued to rub your side, his heart hurting at your voice.