And I keep thinking of S……..
I can’t figure out if I’m coping because I’m manic or if I’m not coping because I’m manic. Manic/hypomanic/whatever do I look like a fucking clinician? I work, I go to bed, I sleep for three hours, I get up wide awake, I carry on working. I read, read, read, write, write, write. I have a tight deadline and I’m so not bothered.