When I was manic. I was invinsable! I spent money when I couldn't afford it buying things, like a new frig or new carpeting. I said things without thinking. I had only good luck ... or so I thought. I was self -centered and oblivious to other people's feelings. My manic episode was a bad episode.
When I came down from the "high", I realized how many feelings I had hurt and how many friends I had lost. I had spent my way right into a chapter 13 on my house.
Then the depression hit and it hit me hard! The actions during my manic period only added fuel to the fire. It gave me more reasons to hate myself. To lock myself in my room, feeling useless and worthless.
I've since seen a psych that diagnosed me with bipolar. The meds seem to help to control the rollercoaster rides. I don't know what is worse ... the manic episodes or the depression. Is there such a thing as a happy medium?
Sorry ... this just felt good to get off of my chest.
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