Now 6 years later I still hate it. My boyfriend of 4 years still doesn't understand how someone could literally not understand why they feel the way they feel. I hate the rapid cycling, and I hate when I get stuck in an extreme. I hate all of the racing thoughts. I sometimes feel like I have several personalities in my head. There's the mad me, the "normal" me, the depressed me, the IDGAF me, the super hyper me...It's almost like picking out an outfit for the day "how and which mood will dominate your brain today?" It's just an expensive, unaffordable battle within yourself.

At least for me