Once again, Wrong, you remind me of me. I once did this when I was about 25. I was married and had a child at the time. In the middle of a massive freak out, I left without telling anyone and went to the airport. According to me I was going to go to Mexico and start over. Of course, I had no damn passport or luggage, so they told me no when I tried to buy a ticket. LMAO at myself. I roamed the airport like a crazy person all night long. Then when I started to realize I shouldn't be there, I went to leave and had lost my car! I had to call my husband to come pick me up and then we had to hunt my car down.

At the time I really didn't realize I was bipolar. But in retrospect, this was obviously in the middle of a manic episode. Shortly there after I went inpatient and then intensive outpatient for awhile. The doctors told me I was bipolar, but I thought they were the nutty ones, not me! SMH.

Anyway, yes, I understand. Sometimes I still get the urge, but now I know that I couldn't even keep track of my car if I tried

Ha - I really am just laughing right now, but back then it was soooooo not funny.