Damn it!

Yes, damn it.

I'm down again. I knew it was likely to happen, but I hoped that it wouldn't... this time.

Earlier in the week I was upbeat, functioning on all cylinders, excited, executing, revving to go, do be. Today, I lay on the couch, covered in a blanket with no desire to move, speak or eat.

There's few in my life who can understand my today. Many think they know, but have no idea. There is no "just get up" when I'm in the down world. There is no "shake it off".

Sleep doesn't mean rest to an overactive mind.

Longing for another manic cycle.