I really dont think I have ever had a chance at being stable. I have always been intence, impulsive, passionate about everything. The closest I would say would have been during this last depression as I became sort of numb in a way, at times. Other times not and very intense again. I dont know that I would know how to react either. Im very addicted to being manic, and I love my passion for everything dear to me. Sometimes I think I love too much and I become a doormat because I want to make my children happy all the time and they take advantage at times, they run over me w attitude and I try to always bite my tongue with them. I can snap and its horrible so I choose to walk away.