Guilty. I chase every time I feel it coming on. And oddly enough, I sometimes dwell in the depression as well. It's just... such intense feelings unlike any normie will ever feel. But, alas, that's all gone now given my meds dulling everything to barely there, (I guess I shouldn't complain about that, but hell, this is a thread about being a bad BP, which I just admitted to, so, whatever, right?)