Worst thing you did in manic episode?

had an online affair and I did buy a ticket to the UK to see the person then cancelled it...would have involved leaving a husband with two teenagers. we never did recover from that. it was what got me my diagnosis...10 years later we divorced.

Spent my family into bankruptcy...twice. Obviously I used to have a lot of manic episodes, and they lasted quite a while---long enough to max out my credit cards and furniture store credit lines. Now that I'm medicated and have no money, I manage it just fine. Bills and rent are paid, and I have a little in savings.

Other memorable manic moments: The time I threw a change of clothes in the back of an acquaintance's pickup truck and went to Ensenada, Mexico on a Friday night, where I danced on the bar with a bottle of mescal in my hand. And then there was the time I got sent home from work because I was disrupting meetings and skipping through the lobby singing at the top of my lungs.

- Cursed out/threatened border guards in a foreign country
- Took a flight to the Middle East on a whim (with a broken toe)
- Threw out all my pants and bought new ones in sizes that were too small
- Tried to convince my fiancee that I'm a prophet

I've only had one manic episode in my life because I have BP 2 and this particular episode was steroid-induced (I was on a high dose of steroids due to an allergic reaction to Lamictal... I got the rash!!).

My memory of this time is pretty murky, so here's what I was thinking if I didn't say it all out loud at the time: I accused coworkers of shoplifting and conspiring to shoplift and blame me. I blamed my dad for my mental illness. I told my sister that I had this whole theory about my dad and how he abused us and caused my mental illness (he had a bad temper, but he was not abusive). I told my husband that I wasn't crazy, but I was called to go into the ministry. I remember telling him this as I was doing aerobic movements because I couldn't sit still... LOL!!! I called one of my best friends to apologize to her about judging her. She said "You have never judged me. This is not sounding right. Are you MANIC??" to which I responded "Yes. Yes I am. I'm going to the hospital now." LOL.

The first night in the hospital, I thought the night nurse was going to rape me because he wanted to see my rash (mostly on my thighs). I remember running down the hall away from him and refusing medication at first. I finally gave in to meds, and I was hospitalized for 3 days and they straightened me out. What a strange trip (mania)!!

Innocent until proven guilty, I have done it all but dont want to say

Thanks for sharing guys, Nice to know you are not the only one doing stupid things.

I still feel mine was the most embarrassing though :P

Also I would like to hear your experience with wellbutrin and how long you have been on it. I have been for about a month and not sure about it

I have driven very recklessly, gone for midnight runs in shady neighbourhoods, ran head first into a palm tree (I was mixed at the time), smashed things around the house including my wrist that was fractured and preached endlessly to those who did not want to hear. And of course started many, many projects that will never be finished and cost a fortune.

Let's see...

Years ago I was put on Paxil because the doctors and I thought I just suffered from depression. It made me have angry outbursts. I threw a chair at my then-fiance and almost got into a fight with someone at a bowling alley. Almost threw a bowling ball at her. Spent money thinking that I was going to start a side business and then not having the energy to follow through when I came down. Got drunk and made an *** of myself at bars, and then was too embarrassed to go back. This last time I bought a ton of stuff from the home improvement center and would spend hours upon hours installing a new backsplash, painting, installing new lighting fixtures, etc, when there was nothing wrong with the old ones. This last time I went overboard and between spending money on medical treatment, household emergencies, and God knows what else, I am now filing for bankruptcy. This after I worked so hard to get an 800 credit score. Blew that all to pieces. I wish that I could just redo my whole entire life from January 2013 on.

I've always been a love 'em and leave 'em kinda girl. I have had several long term relationships (on my fourth marriage) and when things go bad, I go manic and I get out. I never saw this as a mental illness. I just thought it was me failing at life and finding a way to survive.

But the worst of it happened in 2013. I had to fly to Wisconsin for a business trip. I tend to go manic on new adventures and I have a PTSD response to flying that puts me into manic episodes. I did not know this at the time. I didn't even know I had a mental illness.

I was going to be there for two weeks and I was manic by the time I checked into the hotel. I had a boyfriend of about a year back home. We were having some problems. We were living together. On my second day in Wisconsin, I met a guy who asked me out for drinks and I thought that was innocent enough. Plus we were both ohhhhh soooo spiritual and we talked for hours about our ohhhh sooo spiritual experiences. On the third day, I broke up with my boyfriend via text message and told him to move his stuff out of my place. All so I could take things to the next level with Mr. Ohhhh soooo spiritual.

I put my boyfriend through hell for those two weeks, him knowing I was in Wisconsin doing who knows what and I just shattered his life in a million pieces out of nowhere like it didn't even matter. And not for one single second did I feel in control of myself, of my actions. I didn't even feel like I was on the planet. The derealization was out of control. I was partying with this guy and all the new people I met on the business trip and it is all such a blur. Like I was only partially there.

I returned home from the trip, still manic, filled with confusion and regret. I continued to spiral out of my mind. I don't even know how I functioned in the world, but I did. When I started to crash, and I crashed hard, when I was alone, I was regressing to infancy stages, sucking my thumb, talking like a baby and acting like a baby. (It was really, really bad.) I probably should have been hospitalized at that point. But I didn't know better.

By the grace of God, my boyfriend stayed by my side through the whole damn meltdown even though we were still broken up. When the crash was over, we officially got back together, though it never really felt like we were completely apart. There was a lot of love there. Obviously if we survived that debacle.

He has a very forgiving heart, and has never held it over me, though the guilt of that experience haunts me still. I was so selfish and so hurtful and I can't even believe it was me. I'm not that person. What I realized is that I never loved a man until I loved him. All the others were almost too easy to leave. But I could not leave this man no matter how I tried to pull away. It literally drove me insane.

But it's the cruelest thing I've ever done to a human being, and one I truly love so much. I still do not forgive myself.

He's the best husband a woman could ever ask for and I am truly, truly blessed. We just celebrated our one year anniversary.

I am bp2 so I don't get full mania but I broke into bosses fb page and changed His status to gay and made it so he was dating his best friend.

Sorry I have a dark sense of humor and this just made my day lmao! That's something I would love to do to my last boss.

But in my most recent mixed, dysphoria, I've flipped two bar stool style chairs and a glass coffee table in the past week. That's why I've been hiding in my room. To save the rest of my furniture

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Definitely driving uncontrollably and causing accidents. I have done it at least twice and completely wrecked two cars. But thank goodness that was over ten years ago, and my driving record has been cleared and my driving itself has been stable.

I asked my boss out, told customers at the store i worked at that they had demons inside them. Those are some I can chuckle at. The rest still haunt me.

Ya I found another job so it was my parting gift to him. I was being discriminated by that employer eventually won a lawsuit against them. It was just my way of saying good bye and f*** off.

Similar to what others have said...I've mouthed off to figures of authority which got me in trouble at the hospital. I've also been very promiscuous and gambled away money I didn't have. Those are probably the ones I've regretted the most.

I am not really sure if I was manic back then but I guess I might have been.

Long story as short as can be:

Dumped my boyfriend of six years (amazing decision, not manic one), fell in love with a drug dealer in Southamerica, moved in with him, went regularly to the favelas of Rio to buy drugs, once got caught, spoke ten minutes in fluent portuguese to one of the two police men to tell the other one who was standing three meters away that I didn't understand a word of portuguese, bribed them and got the drugs back, went partying. Split up with my boyfriend because he stole money from me to buy more drugs (I was not using regularly, he was), got back with him, split up again, got back with him, travelled back to Germany, decided I wanted him to visit me, paid his flight and German lessons and also his passport, realized I was going to have te devil itself visit me and how many debts I had made, broke up four days before his flight, went IP.

Kind of love the story though.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that we stole every second day from the supermarkets (we called it "Robin", like Robin hood - "We need to get some Robin done...").

To feed the poor (who was us...).

I am a lawyer in Germany.

Falling in love with various inappropriate people (both male and female). Vaguely stalking them around for attention.

Buying just odd stuff...could be cheap stuff....just odd

Getting online and pretending I was a real life girlfriend of a celebrity.

Lying about everything.

Dont judge....


I met a guy off the internet I barely knew. Rode with him to another state where
I initiated making out in a park in his car. We went
To his house and continued and went pretty far but not all the way! (I was a virgin, still am.) I was so manic I don't remember his name or where we even were!

Isn't that scary???

Breaking up/lashing out on my bf;

Cheated on my bf once on a mixed episode;

Fighting strangers on the street or being very rude to when catcalled, even when I felt
threatened (idk how I made it until now without getting punched);

Fought a teacher at uni once. I had a reason and played "the fool who said what everyone else was thinking but were smart enough to be quiet about". It was bold. He's an ***, though, but he did try to get his revenge by badmouthing me to other teachers;

It's not that I buy expensive stuff, but I ended up losing track of my credit card last month and bought a huge amount of cheap stuff I didn't have money for;

I become very aggressive when I have mixed episodes. Aggressive and expansive. Usually I'm a low-profile person, very reserved.

I went manic after I had my hysterectomy, and pulled 16-hour days trying to make a prom dress for my daughter instead of recovering. I ended up in IP after that, I think. That and spending a lot of money on a writing course that I didn't follow up on.

Lmao that's definitely something I'd do!

Destroyed my room, wouldn't come down for days. Made an ***** of myself at a bar. Asked for people's government ideas. One night stands. Slept with two different guys in a week. And many more things on the list. Glad I'm not a lone

Destroyed my room, wouldn't come down for days. Made an ***** of myself at a bar. Asked for people's government I'd's . One night stands. Slept with two different guys in a week. And many more things on the list. Glad I'm not a lone