I wish I could find words to explain what this kind of cold is like- the cold that has somehow gotten in underneath your skin and is getting colder and colder inside you.

There's childhood and early onset bipolar, but it transitions in your early adulthood into something a little bit different, and extremely severe. It was at that time that my impulse control just went out the window. Impulse control when you're manic just disappears.

When you are mad, mad like this, you don't know it. Reality is what you see. When what you see shifts, departing from anyone else's reality, it's still reality to you.

I know for a fact that sickness is easier, but health is more interesting.

For me, the first sign of oncoming madness is that I'm unable to write.

I get absolutely shitfaced. I am shitfaced and hyper and ten years old. I am having the time of my life.

There is, in the end, the letting go.