When You're Up...

Whenever I try to describe to others how bipolar disorder affects me, I think often of my father. Upon being diagnosed, and even years later, he was continually surprised. "You don't look ill! You seem just fine!"
( Preface... )
When you're up, or on the manic side of the cycle, it's like the difference from just having woken up, the world being groggy and people having to say things twice for them to make sense, and being fully awake in the middle of the day.
Things are easier to understand, connections easier to make. You're still you, just that every cylinder is firing perfectly at full efficiency. Sometimes they fire too fast, and that's when you start acting in a manner that makes others around you think 'This person is a bit crazy'. Neurons seem to serve thinking best when they're not overwhelmed by activity. Thoughts need some time to come to a conclusion, and when they're interrupted by another thought, and that one by another, your brain just spazzes out.
It's addictive. This is why many bipolar people decry medication. It deadens that incredible high along with evening out the incredible lows. Everything is simply better. Food tastes better, people are more interesting, you enjoy things more. Simply put, everything good in life is more so, to an almost unbearable extreme. If I could bottle the stuff, it'd wipe out the market for euphoric drugs in a day.
Outwardly, it doesn't look any different to others. The person might be more interested in going out and being social than usual, or more talkative than the norm, but that's about it.
Nobody, save those that suffer from it, seem to understand in the least what it's like. Figured I'd try to describe it a bit. Who can know what nobody talks about?


















