Every episode I did the same thing. Usually I'd be scraping the wallpaper at 2 AM and not realizing this was not normal until my therapist would ask if I'd been scraping wallpaper. Then I'd realize I might need to consider a med change. I had some insight into it once it was pointed out that it was not normal or healthy but I'd forget the next time.


It's been a few years since I've had a distinct up. I'm not sure what I would do here in this house. I need to keep my hands busy to distract me from racing thoughts that I can't follow. I'm not sure how I've done that here. I've not torn the place down so obviously I've not gotten too far out of hand.

When I was in grad school I remember sobbing over assignments that required analysis that my racing brain couldn't do but I had no choice because things were due when they were due, not around my mood swings that I wasn't admitting I had. I particularly remember crying for hours over a one page paper on the Americans with Disabilities act. I never did what you did and had heightened interest in problem solving.