The Madness of My Bipolar

Linda DiMeo Lowman
Sep 9, 2018 · 4 min read
Phot by Yury Khristich

Three days ago my psyche switched from the black goo of depression into the bright light of mania. I love the first few days of a manic period. I accomplish more in 24 hours than I do during weeks and weeks of depression. And I mean 24 hours because I don’t sleep much and if I do, my mind is alive and vibrant and colored with amazing dreams or frightening, crazy nightmares from which I awake, race for pen and paper and throw it all up.

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Linda DiMeo Lowman

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Writer, feminist, political rabble-rouser, Nasty Woman, recovering Catholic, pet lover and chocolate aficionado.

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