I don't like to think about it too much but... the last episode, and my first full blown psychotic break involved me thinking that the CIA or NSA or something was trying to recruit me to fight terrorism...I thought my husband was cheating on me...I would wander around my neighborhood following what I though was God's voice, and all these memories, bad ones, from my childhood came back. I though I could gain strength from electrical outlets (?) so I kept touching them...of course I thought my phone was tracking me so I purposely left it somewhere. I thought I was psychic, and I still think that my psychic abilities were heightened at that point but it didn't do me any good.
There was soooo much more to it than that but you get my gist. All of this was accompanied by racing thoughts, inability to concentrate, lack of sleep. I never thought I was bipolar before because I never had that true mania, but there you go.
Honestly it was like one long bad acid trip that wouldn't end, and I've done everything in my power to make it so it won't happen again because it was AWFUL. And the crippling depression afterwards was just as bad, just in a different way. I haven't been quite the same since, but at least I'm off the merry go round of undiagnosed bipolar.