I realized last night that I had been on a daylong hypomanic trip. I was feeling invincible, saying awkward and confrontational things to people because there was so much pressure inside to blow up in anger, or gush with praise, or brag. Fortunately, it finally became clear to me in the evening, so I meditated a while, and then took a melatonin to help me get a full night's sleep. And now I'm okay.
But am I? Today was hell. My confidence is shot, either because of the swing back to depression or because, f*ck, I was crazy yesterday! Sure, I'll talk to you now, client, and get those numbers for you, or answer those questions for you, but did you know that 12 hours ago I thought I was a superhero?
How does one personality hold all these crazy identities and then just snap back to "normal" so it can get back to keeping the rent paid, the kids safe, the wife happy, the career on track?