Mine had me believing everyone in the world was out to get me, while simultaneously I felt like the smartest person in existence. Like everyone around me was on a plane below mine, not even close to what I was. The only constant was the love for my cats, they were my emotional anchor.

I think back, I was so cold and calculated with people during that time. You couldn’t talk to me without me pointing out the flaw and corruption in everything you discussed with me, I found a way. I don’t even think I was wrong about much when I did that, but nobody wants to hear it on repeat. In every conversation. I sucked the positive emotion away from anything because I hated the world.

My point being, during a manic episode you can easily convince yourself that everyone else is wrong or incompetent. The meds can very well be bad and dulling, that’s why there are so many. So you can find one that helps you more than it hurts you. That episode tore my life apart in the matter of a week, and I was excited for it.