When it comes to the mania part of my depression, it is tiny, like a mini M&M in a bowl of Double Stuff Oreos, tiny. By the way, I think women who are pregnant with twins would look really cute in t-shirts that say double stuff. 

But back to the mania, My mania is more the needs little sleep/has lots of energy mania. In other words, the good kind. I do not know what crashing from real mania is like, I have to imagine it would be a thousand times worse than crashing from a week of regular elevated happiness. That would be me right now, feeling a regular crash. It is scary and hard to manage, but I am lucky.

People in my mood disorder camp, when they are sick, some of them cycle many times a week or even a day. High. Crash. High. Crash.

I honestly cannot imagine it.

Crashing for me comes as a quick onset of lowness, sadness, scary thoughts. Thoughts that are the worst kind of familiar.

Hopefully, like my son’s enjoyment of Dora the Explorer, it will be short lived.