YES
Everything is coming up fucking roses.
Got a date. Got a party to go to. Got plane tickets.
Life is amazing! I can do anything! Let’s go to India!
MOVE TO MELBOURNE AND OPEN A PIZZA SHOP THAT’S ALSO A RECORD STORE AND HAVE ALL THE SEX IN THE WORLD
What do you mean “calm down”?
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Recently I had a hypomanic episode that was, at its height, fucking ridiculous. Yes, good things did happen, but to me these happenings were literally signs from the universe that I was making all the right choices.
They were not. They were just good things that happen.
But when I get in that headspace – when the good chemicals are flowing freely – I just want to share it. All the good stuff.
I get aggressive. Obnoxious, perhaps, or just loud.
And it’s almost like I can see it their eyes, these people around me. Friends and family, faces on the street. They know something is going on, but they don’t know what.
And they don’t know how to react. And at the time I don’t care.
But afterwards, I get it. And sometimes, like now, I feel ashamed.
How do you tell someone they’re having too much fun?