I think that's the territory I'm occupying now. I'm neither manic nor depressed; I'm grieving for my husband but can enjoy life in between crying spells (which are also normal). I'm not sure if I ever have been normal until this year, when I got all the right meds in the right amounts. Now it's hard for me to remember that I really am mentally ill, that I haven't been going through an existential crisis since 2011. I have to watch that, or else I may get to thinking I'm cured and don't need all these pills. LOL