This morning I took my bipolar 16 yr old to his summer class. He bordered on tears all the way there. Sick to his stomach. He only throws up before school. He takes this class because he failed algebra last semester. He doesn't want to go. He only has 8 days, at 2 1/2 hours a day left. I empathize, I tell him I know how bad he feels but he can do this. It is easy, think good thoughts, you are almost done. I remember this, it is me at this age. The anxiety and depression unbearable and suddenly I want to take him home but know I can't. So I pat his leg and tell him he can do this it is almost over. He gets mad/sad and bullies his way out of the car mumbling about falling asleep in class. I cry as I drive home.