The Days of Mania

I'm on top of the world. I'm flying high and nothing can stop me. I am gleeful, giddy even. I love being around people, and I crave the touch of my friends. I am constantly hugging friends, kissing cheeks, and am a whirlwind of bubbly exuberance.

This is how my mania is.

But there are downsides to being manic, some that are worse than the depression.

I am more OCD during the manic, especially about pointless things that don't matter, such as the crayon box or my closet.

It is easier to get me off on a random tangent and harder to stop me..

I am unable to follow a single train of thought.

My writing becomes random and sporadic and horridly messy.

It is difficult to control my speech or my movement. I am constantly moving, whether pacing, walking, or jittery motions with my hands. Clicking pens become my favorite toy.

I am exhausted, yet I cannot sleep.

My mind is working so rapidly I cannot form linear thoughts.

I crave the spotlight. My voice, my ideas, they must be heard by all.

I have no patience, not for myself or for others.

I am the energy bunny on crack.

I talk so quickly my thoughts mesh together.

I begin with one thought, and end with something completely different.

I clean and organize....then forget where everything is five minutes later.

I am unable to focus on any one thing for longer than a few minutes, if I'm lucky.

My dreams are bizarre and nonsensical.

Rage hits unexpectedly because EVERY emotion is heightened to uncontrollable levels.

I am paranoid about everything.

And then....

I crash and burn.