When I am unwell, I spend. Sometimes I donate. Lots and lots. Once, I donated $500 to a ministry against my husbands wishes (then gave $250 to my cousin's adoption fund within 2 weeks). It was to a ministry my husband didn't particulary care for or know much about. Plus, we did not have the money for such a donation. It was nearly the sum of our tax return and since we are a one income family below the poverty level, that is a significant amount of money to us. He resented me for it but I was entranced and enticed by this ministry in a most obsessive way and felt compelled to give the money. There was no rationalizing with me. The last time I was manic, I put us over $1000 in debt on clothing, shoes, and accessories. I understand.