I doubt I'll ever forget the switch I had (before diag/meds) when I was manic and painting the house. Was most of the way done and then a wasp chased me off my ladder; I walked around aimlessly for a bit, went inside, and fell asleep. When I woke, hours later, I felt awful, realized all the half done stuff I'd put in motion over the past weeks, and just crashed, go straight to D, do not pass go, do not collect $200. lol.

Stayed in the Land of Doom for a few months, during which I promised myself I'd go see a pdoc soon. I'd had enough.

nb... never did finish painting the house.