Coming Down

A big part of mania is coming down. It’s like the day after Christmas. It’s like I’m a balloon being deflated. It’s a big letdown. First of all, all the extra medication makes you slow and tired. After my longest episode (which lasted about three months) I would collapse every night at seven o clock. My therapist says in more extreme cases he has known people who have slept for days at a time to catch up from the sleep they missed during their manic episode. I also always feel a little sad after a manic episode. Like I was looking forward to something and it got taken away from me. I compare it to a love potion wearing off (Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince). But fortunately I’m bouncing back to a level mood. But hey, if this was the only damaged sustained during the this episode then I’m happy. I didn’t ruin any relationships, fight with anyone (besides my mom but that was really just gentle sparring outside a bowling alley), sleep with anyone or spend too much money (well I did drop $70 on crafts but oh well, what can you do?). Anyway I have a relaxing weekend ahead of me and I anticipate being fully back to myself by Monday.