No he wasn't a cycling one. He's not truly bipolar even. But when I was researching it when he was buggy that was what I found to be the difference between bipolar and manic depressive. He's been slightly manic a few times but in 2008 that was the only time he'd ever been hyper manic. I also read that sleep deprivation can kick them off into it. He stayed up all night one night doing coke with his buddies and in the morning when I woke up he was like that. From then on every time he stayed up late I got all nervous he was going to be bugger nuts again. He was always an asshole, serious anger management issues, but during that hyper manic episode, he wasn't just manic, he was awful. And he wouldn't shut up. You should have seen his cell phone bill. Omg.
I'd tried a few times to talk to him, that he needs to go see someone but he'd just blame me. I made him crazy. I made him mad. I could go on and on, but that shits in the review. He basically self medicated with pot. When I told him I was leaving, I couldn't ride his emotional roller coaster anymore he said he'd go get help. So he goes to the PCP and tells him he's depressed because I want a divorce. So he gets a script for Prozac. I'm like dude, you didn't tell him any of your history. You're not just depressed. You need to see a psychiatrist, you might not even be on the right drugs. See, even then he was still blaming me for his nuttiness. Blaaaaah