I used to be a strong person. Then I was diagnosed. Now I don't whether the strength wasn't just mania. I wish I could get back the strength without all of the arrogance and self-righteousness.

I wake up every morning, completely stressed out over some mundane detail of my life. I spend an hour or so trying not to give in and take a Klonopin. Strength doesn't come from a pill bottle. The anxiety is so strong, sometimes I just want to jump out of my skin. Eventually it gets better throughout the day. Sometimes it goes away completely. Other times it just recedes into the background. It makes me feel so weak.

Overall, I feel pretty good. Not depressed, not manic. Just riding on the middle ground. I don't understand this anxiety that comes out of nowhere.