I never perfectly fit the literature. I never went on shopping benders or gambled or sex sprees. For me manic episodes were usually private art project cyclones and God help anyone who got in my way. I remember how I felt, I was brilliant, what I was doing was of the utmost importance, I was beyond excited and easily irritated. And all of that I experienced for varying lengths of times and to varying degrees.

Depression I think comes in many, many forms. Mixed episode is a lot of overwhelming emotions all at once that seem to contradict each other