The other side of the coin

I recently wrote about how I’d rather be manic than be depressed.

Because mania is such fun.
Because mania is such fun.

Well, now I’m depressed, so fuck the me who said that.

What bullcrap.

Depression sucks. Mania sucks.

Mania makes me want to do all the things at once. When I’m manic, I truly, honest-to-God see the madness within myself. Depression robs me of the will to do anything — including things I like to do. Things that make me feel better. This is pretty much all I can bring myself to do:

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This is not conducive to long-term happiness. Or anything, really.

I need a vacation from my own head.