...about being up.

I don't miss the horrible parts of it, like the raging and screaming and wanting to yank my hair out and pacing around the apartment shouting **** randomly, and the scary parts of my psychosis.

But I had some seriously euphoric experiences. And I didn't realize how up I actually felt and how confident, until now. And how creative for that matter.

Now I feel like I have zero thoughts (which I realize probably isn't true because I was used to having way too many thoughts), my book is stalled, and I'm back to my mildly depressed self.

But mostly I'm suffering some situational depression since I managed to really **** up my life.

I don't know.

What do you guys miss?