Long silence. For reasons.

I was hypomanic for at least two or three months. Then I crashed into depression for about two weeks. Everything was fear, panic, dark thoughts. I had the flu, which made it more complicated.

And now I feel myself. I am neither low nor high. I can concentrate. I can sleep. I can meet friends and drink a beer without going through the roof. I read books and I draw and I write. I am back to who I am.

And it seems like all the troubles were forgotten. I don't have any problem. I am not ill. It will never happen again. But it will.

I feel like I could cancel my next t appointment. What do I care about that psychic ****? I am going to make a tremendous career. I am perfectly fine.

If only it would last.

If you become "normal", not being in an episode, do you often think that all else was imagination? That you are cured? That it never happened and was not real and that it won't ever happen again?