Oh here it comes… unwanted visitor

That unpleasant gut feeling. That lack of oxygen. That familiar dissociation tinged with denial of my impending crash.

Inertia forces my body into stillness despite my rapid mind. Hell freezes over my thoughts. I’m stuck. Again. I feel myself drain away, sinking into an ocean with no floor, darkness envelops me whole. In isolation, I break once more.

If only I had enough sanity left to enjoy my days off. Or fake that to be more realistic. But no.

So-called ‘high function’… It’s kinda like the link portrays:

High-Functioning Bipolar Disorder | Breaking Bipolar.