I was the same way as well. Always with a quip or quick to be witty. Now it's no longer pleasurable but disastrously out of control. Nothing makes sense and my mind and body chemicals run a thousand times faster. I can never get a grip. Thoughts rapidly fleeting. Times a blur. Irritability creep up and severe anxiety as I grasp for some sense of control. Trying to grab onto anything to slow down or so the world will make sense again. It's frustrating, maddening, and utterly out of control.

And when it's over... I can barely remember the ride. The only thing I'm sure of is I don't ever want to go back. It's he'll.