When Mania Feels Like Freedom

I want to have that feeling of freedom at some other point in my life besides when I’m manic and running away.

“I drove along the coast and I sang and I felt free and I felt happy and I didn’t care. About anything.

I didn’t notice that I was driving 90 miles per hour down the freeway by myself with no food, no water, no money, no clothes and perhaps most importantly, no medication.

I didn’t notice that I was in full blown mania.

I had no destination. No one knew where I was and no one could stop me. I was free and I could do whatever I wanted.

No one can stop me.

No one can stop me.

No one can stop me.”

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When Mania Feels Like Freedom