The Madness of My Bipolar
Sep 9, 2018 · 4 min read

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.
