I don't even know if I am down...it's more like being a normie. Bad stuff makes me feel bad, good stuff makes me feel good.

The therapist herself is great. I love her to pieces. It's the material that is killing me. Hypomania makes me not feel the icky stuff. All I feel is one long adrenaline rush.

Stupid Therapist. Why did she have to bring up parental transference? PFFFT on her. I want to stop taking my lithium to see how nuts I get before she stops me.