Well it seems the chemical end of a depressive phase is leading way to a bit of an intense manic episode. I can't sleep, I feel like a whole new person, and I'm about to attempt to start a relationship with Raj. I spent EIGHT hours immaculately cleaning out my car yesterday. There was a film of salt and sand covering most of the interior that I had to scrub off. I guess I brought some of Biloxi home with me.
I was so so depressed last week. It's strange but fitting that my chemical state is more like a slingshot than a pendulum. If you just barely pull on the thing, it doesn't do anything, but if I have a major depressive episode, it tends to fling me over to the other side on a moment's notice. I wonder if I may have a touch of dysmorphia thrown in there too, because I feel like I even look different to myself in the mirror.
A brain is a strange thing.