A Very Long Day

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Yesterday I was awake for 23 hours consecutively. It started out as a great day, then it just kept getting better. I cleaned the kitchen, I took the dogs on a walk, I made myself a smoothie. All these tasks a day after wallowing in despair. I got the item I needed to finish my project. I went to therapy. I took all my meds at the right time with proper meals. Then I guess I just missed my window for falling asleep. That window came at 7:00, since I had started my day at three (am). I had also written a blog, so before I went to bed I gratuitously checked my stats. That led to unnecessary and very visible facebooking, and texting back and forth with my bestie. It just kept going.

Also, I forgot to mention that I had stopped a woman from bullying her child in the grocery store. I was in rare form. That decision was made in a split second. I saw what was happening, I thought about what it must be like to be in that kid’s shoes, and about how I should just mind my own business, or NOT, and stand up for the poor defenseless thing, like I would want someone to do for me. So I yelled at her. Then I posted about it on Facebook. I got lots of pats on the back for it, but when I consider that I was probably manic or at least hypomanic, I feel weird. I think it was a good thing that I was thinking so quickly, or else I would not have been able to do what I did. But what if my words came out too fast, like unintelligibly fast, as they sometimes have done in the past? I mean, it took triple the amount of pills to finally knock me out last night, and here I am again, perfectly ok the next morning. I’m trying to decide if I should go into the doctor. This is my superpower. This is my beast mode.