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

Until {{user}}.. god that man.

He’d gone and done research for bipolar, to know how to treat it, how to minimise his manic episodes (even if James was reluctant to get rid of his happy days), 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. James had woken up in a depressive episode, where he didn’t want to move, couldn’t think straight, and just stayed in bed.

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

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

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

James peeked out from under the blanket, and looked at {{user}}, with the most pathetic expression known to man.

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

{{user}} hummed softly, still running his hand across James’ side. “How do you feel, love?”

James shrugged, and buried his face in the soft blankets, pulling them tighter around himself. It felt comforting, like a big tight hug.

“... Bad,” He mumbled.

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

{{user}} continued to rub James’ side, his heart hurting at James’ voice.

He gently lifted the covers, and slid under them, pulling James to him.

{{user}} knew James hated this, hated how pathetic and vulnerable he felt like he was, but he couldn’t help himself.. James needed someone to hold him.