FB and mania story. Illustrates insanity. Not so much random posting. Before I remarried my husband, after I stopped drinking, before my diagnosis - was contacted by this guy I went to school with. I barely remembered him. But I was his first kiss and he convinced me he loved me for 20+ years. And it was meant to be. (This illustrates both predatory behavior AND my own flight from reality). So what did I do? Without telling anyone - quit my job, flew 2000 miles to a frozen tundra state I abhor with visions of living happily ever after tapping maple trees. I hate the cold, being sticky - so wow.
Obviously it did not work out. And how could I not know after that how abnormal that was?
I don't know about the rest of you, but I more often than not make emotional based decisions that defy all logic and reason. I try to remember that - but still make mistakes.
And it shows.
Hooligan - wish I could "come out" of the bipolar closet, but it's stuffed full of skeletons and I'm scared to let it all out. Yet wouldn't there be so much freedom in that?