So I am in the middle of it now. Straddling the fence between my version of normalcy and full-blown-toddler-temper-tantrum, otherwise known as mania. I have a complete lucid awareness of the exact moment I become unaware and my mouth runs amok. So far it is only my mouth getting me in trouble, not so much my actions. But don't worry! My actions will catch up eventually! How comforting.
I feel like the rational and calm versions of me are like security guards in my head and they've just been bribed or over-powered. Now the inmates (potty-mouth, inappropriate sharing, paranoid jealousy, and violent tendencies) are rioting. They've set fire to their cells and are screaming for blood.
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