I am out there swinging. For those who suffer from manic episodes, no explanation is necessary, for the rest of you, all I can offer is a pathetic, well meant yet mostly misunderstood, “I’m sorry”.
What am I sorry for? Ummm, where should I start?
I can’t explain it. I don’t even try anymore. It makes less sense to me when I try to make it make sense to someone else.
So I don’t because that in itself is an enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a riddle.
I’ll be back, though, at some point, as my old “weirdly abnormal” self.
Lucid and in total (okay, yes, a stretch even on a good day) control.
Until then … well, just go with it because ultimately, it is what it is.
And I take it as it comes, deal with it however I can and sometimes ignore those who are most important to me. I, most times, inadvertently, end up hurting somebody’s feelings.
It isn’t always pretty but neither is reality; that’s just the way I roll if I want to survive the storm.
And I do. Want to survive, that is.