starfoxy:
It seems that everybodys mania is different.
I have done some DUMB.ASS.SHIT when I’ve been manic. It typically starts with a slight feeling of excitement - like I’m waiting for my 7th birthday party guests to arrive. I’ll feel like that for a few days. My heart flutters. I can’t sleep or eat.
I am too wonderful. I’m pretty, clever, interesting, sexy. Everything in my life so far has gone to plan so I trust myself to make the right decision in anything I do. This tends to be a time when I do particularly well in life - job interviews, making friends etc. It’s easy to impress people when you have 100% belief in yourself that you’re the right person for the job.
Doing well only exacerbates things. Because I get so talkative and chatty with everyone I meet in the street, at bus stops, shop assistants they often compliment me or go out of their way to help me. It feeds my mania. ‘I’m glowing’ I think, everyone is helping me because I’m radiant and shiney and they can see how special I am. I can see myself as my parents must have seen me when I was born - special daughter, precious gem.
Everything seems to go my way when I’m manic, everyone goes out of their way to help me. Everyone wants to be your friend because you’re going out partying untill 5 am. Dancing non stop. Achieving a lot and making lots of jokes.
When I’m manic I get a very ‘pink’ view of things. I truly believe all my plans will work out. Anyone doubting this is negative and trying to hold me back. Any slight negativity from anyone ‘yes but have you thought about how you’re going to afford that city center flat - did you take bills into consideration’ or ‘no we can’t go on holiday, we don’t know each other well enough yet’ is negative and trying to crush me. They obviously can’t keep up with me and I feel held back. Like they’re jealous of me or even trying to sabotage my life.
I get extremely paranoid and irritable. I’ve had arguments with friends and co-workers who have ended up saying …. ’ you sound crazy, you’re twisting everything I’m saying - what the hell is wrong with you?!’ - I have no idea what I’ve been saying to make them think that.
I start feeling like I am blessed somehow, like I am a particularly lucky or special person. Yes this bus came just as I got to the bus stop for a reason. I have paranormal and spiritual forces helping me with my life.
A manic episode, for me, feels like I’m running as fast as I can without believing that I can fall. I run faster than my legs can carry me. This inevitably causes a trip up that smashes me down into depression. The mania lasts for months at a time, slowly building momentum untill it picks up it’s pace.
The crash is horrible, but in a lot of ways it’s not as bad as the mania. So I try and take my depression as a better alternative to mania. At least I can sleep and it’s safer for me to be in my house depressed than it is for me to be going around embarrassing myself manic.