Those of you who know me,know I just buried my only child.
Yesterday was the first day after the funeral. I never go dressed. I saw my PDOC early in the morning (in my pajamas). I started the day crying nonstop. My PDOC was useless.

When I got home something switched. I became energized. I started a group on Meetup.com called Taking Action Against Heroin in DELCO. I started calling all these people. The DA's office. The local paper. The person who wrote the article on heroin in the paper on the same day they had my son's obituary. The police to see if they could get fingerprints on the heroin bags. I became and I am agitated that no one called back yet.

I got up at 2:30 am this morning. My mind is racing. I feel agitated and restless.
I don't know why I can't cry now.

I thought if anything I would fall in a deep depression. But instead I feel myself
Switching into Mania.