I never noticed in myself the things that made me bipolar. I thought I was depressed, then at times not depressed. My “not depressed” times were categorized by binge drinking, never sleeping, making sure absolutely everyone absolutely knew how supremely awesome and powerful I was, a constant awareness that everyone was out to get me, and apparently I also talk very fast.
I thought all of that was fine and dandy. Even after I was diagnosed as bipolar, I figured sometimes I was just all better. And those better times were categorized by the behavior above. I mean of COURSE I was irritated. People are stupid, right?
One day, Martha explained to me DIGFAST.
Flight of ideas
Euphoria with any three of these, or irritability with any four, and it’s a good time to talk to a mental health professional.
And it was all clearer then.