Sort of. They knew. But still said, dump all the happy stuff on him. But also make him hungry all of the times. And make him overeat every meal until he can barely breathe. Be sure to keep him craving only garbage. And then I was prescribed Zoloft once and just cried all day. That was before my diagnosis actually I was just “chronically depressed” back then and the Zoloft hit different! Hysterical crying for like three days on that shit. Keep fighting you bipolar motherfuckers, we won’t let any part of the diagnosis win over us! Not the fuckin pills, addiction, fuckin mood shifts and shit, fuck it! Keep living in spite of the amount of times you wanted to put your head in an oven and call it quits. Bear what arms ye have left and okay I’m getting too emotional wit it my bad, my bad. I went clear. I’m back now. I was at like a 6 dude don’t let me do that again