The only psychologist who has seen me during a hypomanic episode was a walk-in counselor at school. I never saw her again.

My depressions aren't all that debilitating, luckily.

I feel like the odd one out, because i recognized BP before any of my therapists did. But by god, it is undeniable when every march 20th i wake up feeling like i did lines of blow, for weeks. Not being able to stop talking.. gliding down the sidewalk listening to techno.. getting my nipples pierced then walking shirtless with bloody nips while smiling in the sun.. buying 12 cases of java monsters on amazon and drinking 5 a day.. running on an average of 3 hours sleep for a month.. ect.