Sometimes I have a conversation with someone on the train or sitting on a platform and I can tell that they are manic. And then for a while I try to think of something I could say or do to help them and I am at a loss. I walk away and I worry about them and hope that they find the treatment they need but I know that they have so much work to do to get back to their healthy minds. The road to mental health is long and filled with detours. Even the healthiest mind can falter under the wrong circumstance.