So last night I was again hypomanic if not "red manic" (that's an awesome way of putting it). But a touch of "white mania" actually kept anything bad from happening.

I'm fairly "black manic" today -- very creeped out and kind of scared -- so I think I might just pop into church for a bit, then come home and cook a good, but light, meal. It can't hurt, right? Even if I don't agree with all of man's teachings, church is always a "safe" place for me.

Today has to be a better day and tomorrow even better. I'm so back and forth between doing things that I know will damage my psyche and things that will help make me healthy.