Mania is the same for me too "Purple". It feels like the day can't get slow enough, and I can't sit down, I can't pause, cause if I try I just end up staring into space and then it catches up with me and I'm wound-up even more. I hate my job, and it depressess me; feels like the day won't end. There's nothing there to occupy my thoughts except worse thoughts. I also felt the same way on meds. Everyone around me said I was better, but I felt nothing....empty...dead...no direction. I had to get off them. I may not have felt what I wanted when I got off them, but atleast I felt something.