(I hope I'm not double posting bc my first one disappeared on me as far as I can tell):

I ran off to Spain and France where I had lived a long time ago previously, had sex with everyone I came across, didn't sleep, partied non-stop, extended my ticket various times. Came back, crashed into a depression, no job, no money.

When I came back and told a friend from France how I felt he said that, like Icarus, I had flown too high, my wings had gotten burnt and I fell back down to earth -something like that and I don't remember the myth exactly, but it did capture what happened and how I felt. This was before I had ever seen a pdoc or gotten dx'd.