A few years ago, some months after I turned 18 and moved into my own apartment, I had a 5-6 month period of wild excess. My father died when I was very young and left a small inheritance, which I gained control of after I turned 18. In the aforementioned period of 5-6 months, I managed to blow through perhaps 20000€ of it...

I started drinking a lot, almost every night. On the worst days I'd spend well over 100€ just on alcohol. I'd stay out until all the bars closed and take a taxi home, stumble in, and pass out either on the couch or in the shower. I didn't usually sleep for very long, and after I woke up, I'd have a drink and go out again. I'd spend the time until my favorite pub opened eating alone at expensive restaurants, drinking stupidly complicated 'coffees', and shopping.

I bought fancy clothes (a new suit, vests, overpriced designer crap, jewelry...), electronics I didn't need or even use after I bought them, games I never played, expensive camping equipment left to gather dust, etc.

In addition to the excessive consumption of alcohol, I kept up a constant stream of caffeine. I smoked roughly five times more than I do now. I gained 30kg/66lbs, but I felt amazing. I don't think I thought about my own mortality even once during those months. I would constantly hit on people, even though I sometimes got into trouble for it. I gambled a lot too. I sang constantly, even when people told me not to. Looking back at it, it was probably the best time of my life thus far. I was above all trouble and responsibility, until I came down in a massive crash...

I had paid barely any of my bills during this time. The power company shut off my electricity, I was almost thrown out of my apartment because I was behind on rent and most of my stuff was repossessed to pay for the bills. I got beaten up pretty badly by a junkie over a single cigarette. Almost all of the inheritance was gone. I had a change in mood proportional to the change in my circumstances. I had no energy, I didn't want to see or talk to anyone, so I stayed at home, staring at the wall where my new 3D TV used to be. When I absolutely had to go out to buy food, I would linger on the overpass on my way to the shops and stare down at the cars and trucks, the rational part of me trying to convince the emotional part of me not to do anything foolish. This went on for another few months, until I felt slightly better.

I tried going back to the pub, but it didn't feel the same. The same people who had been there before now felt alien, even slightly scary to me. I've had ups before and after this, but none of them have been as big as this one. So, what do you guys think, could it have been full mania?