I talk and laugh out loud to myself and just because my thoughts and emotions pour out of my mind. I even do this in public if I’m extremely manic. I use to take extremely long, extremely dangerous drives listening to upbeat music and I had no inhibition so I would even do this with my kids in the car. Now at the first sign of an elevated mood my husband takes my keys. I become insanely (literally) hyper religious. I start doing things that are so crazy they’re hard to even believe possible...this is where it gets really crazy if I’m psychotic. I start to believe that my life fits together like a puzzle and there are “clues” and “warnings” all around me that I am supposed to unlock. I overspend on ridiculous things. I once almost bought a $1200 puppy at a pet store and my son is allergic to dogs. Thankfully my husband was with me and was able to stop this ludicrous behavior. But I have donated major sums that we don’t have and gone on online spending sprees. I pace and talk faster and more. I dance and sing like an idiot and, when my good mood is slightly disrupted, I will lose my mind and scream like a lunatic, throw things, and have even banged my head on the wall. Thankfully not much of this anger has ever really been directed at my kids and I do have a ton of patience when I’m well so they very rarely see this side of me. Of course I also don’t sleep and become hyper sexual. I think that I ooze sex and that everyone who sees me is attracted to me (and I actually am more attractive because of my massive confidence). I usually stop eating and drink tons of water. And, perhaps one of the most bizarre things I do, is become extremely obsessed with someone. It may be a celebrity or it may be someone in my real life. It’s not healthy either way but if it’s someone in my real life, it can get really bad. I try to spend my every waking moment with them, and completely suffocate them with my presence in person or email whatever is available. It is SO unhealthy and unfair to the person. Some examples of this are teachers and therapists I’ve had. But there have been different people. Mania is rough for me and my family. It is much more concerning than depression because, though I may sometimes be suicidal when depressed, I have no inhibitions and am entirely reckless and dangerous when manic.