Well, I didn't hide anything from my psychiatrist, she cranked up the depakote, I took it and went to bed. Wasn't expecting anything to happen other than being nauseous again. Slept. Actually slept. And the mania collapsed.

I'm thankful, and I'm certainly getting plenty of real work done today, I can focus on complex things and stay...

I just feel really confused emotionally though... How could that be me yesterday, and me today?