On April 27th, I woke up and I felt it. I felt so alone and isolated. I felt like no one in the world knew where I was or how I felt. I knew the depression had come, and the mania was over.

It's exhausting to always try and be one step ahead of the illness so that I can prevent it.  Perhaps I should let that one person and his recommendation of cognitive behavioural theray go; and just accept that this episodic illness will continue to come. And that I only have to recognize it when it does, and take the steps to deal with it at that time.  

Psychosis is settling, and I'm back to flat affect.  Now I must continue monitoring to prevent future episodes.

What is it like to live in a world where everything is about me? It's oddly disturbing, yet euphoric.

"Freedom of Choice."
"Freedom of Speech."
Is that our life global goal?

I should have:
1. Not been so dismissive of the 3 supporters
2. Taken more time to gather information before acting.