this poem was written 5 years ago, yet it describes perfectly how i felt as i awoke yesterday morning. manic-depression is not as fun as it sounds. i have trained myself to interpret my manic states as "happiness", but depression is still a monster that haunts me. to this day, this is the best that i can describe what that sudden transition feels like.
edit: nice to wake up this morning and see this on Wooster Collective.
