My name is TheWL who is a ghost. I am an alcoholic with rapid-cycling bipolar II.
My name is TheWL who is a ghost. I am in the throes of a hypomanic episode which began yesterday.
This is what it looks like. I know all that stuff looks pretty mild, but put it together. The grandiosity, the irritability, the constant running of the mouth, the arrogance, the condescension, and the impetuosity. The desire to buy anything, go anywhere, to stride the world like some sort of hyper-cephalic colossus.
I went home from work yesterday and I just crashed. I lay in my bed like a dead thing. I couldn't sleep, but I couldn't read or do anything other than just lie there, curled-up and replaying everything in my head. My brain didn't turn off enough to sleep until 4 am.
So I would like to issue thanks and apologies.
Thank you, Groupthink, for taking this. It is way better for me to rant irrationally on a forum than to go to the Irish Times and get blitzed on bad whiskey and PBR. I am very glad I worked up the courage to start writing here, and I want to especially thank Couchplanted and the moderation team for going out on a limb by sharing my work and granting me posting privileges.
Apologies to everyone, even if I didn't let you down. It's an illness, and it is a struggle - especially right at the beginning where I am now. Apologies especially to Princess Fluffybutt, for my being condescending as hell. Apologies especially to NYCyclist, who bore my irrational anger. Apologies especially to MiracleWhips19 - I took your post too lightly and was unable to stop myself.
Thanks to everyone for listening. I hope you're okay, and I hope I will be at some point.