How it feels

Hello and happy Sunday!

This is just a short narrative I've written to help others understand the thoughts, feelings, and motivations surrounding mania. I hope you enjoy.

4:30 pm

You just got off work and are getting in your car. You feel pumped. The customers were horrible today, but to hell with them. They can't take away your happiness. You blast your music and speed down the street.

5:45 pm

You've decided to go for dinner on your own. It's about time you treat yourself. You have bills coming up, but you go to an expensive restaurant anyway. You pull in the parking lot as you decide you'd rather go to your favorite place. It's all the way on the north side of town, but you peel out of the parking lot and change the radio station.

6:15 pm

You enter the little Italian place downtown, your favorite locally owned restaurant. You see a couple of your old high school classmates also waiting for a table. They weren't exactly the nicest, but this is one of the best nights of your life and you instantly strike up a conversation. You keep talking, surprised at your sudden ability to keep a conversation going. You have so much to say and can barely contain your excitement. They look uncomfortable and haven't said much, not near as much as you. You look at your phone, think of an excuse to leave, and dash out the door.

7:30 pm

You arrive home. You start to assemble the hookah you bought, even though you no longer smoke. But tonight is so perfect, you have to partake.

9:45 pm

You've been pacing around the apartment and you're getting bored. You put on your shoes and go for a run.

9:50 pm

You got a couple streets down and realize you need something to drink. You run back to the house to get your wallet.

10:15 pm

You just got back from the gas station with two drinks and a few snacks. You grab a powerade and take back off for your run.

11:30 pm

You're surprised you still have the energy to keep walking and running. Quickly, you go back home to listen to music and end up laying awake for the next two hours. 

3:30 am

You're still up and can't sleep. You keep getting up to walk around.

4:05 am

You fall asleep and wake up 4 hours later, feeling well rested.

Hope you enjoyed my first attempt at creative writing for this blog.

You are loved. Stay strong. Stay united, and fight out hate.

               ~A Millenial