No doubt

I'm in the midst of a manic episode. My mind is racing, my focus is fragmented and my impulses are ruling me right now. I feel fantastic, absolutely invincible but it's tempered by the knowledge that a) it's not real b) it won't last c) it's followed by the most god-awful depression you'll ever see. I think, once this stage wears off in a couple of months, I'll start doing drugs again. I can't go back to that dreadful, oppressive dark place again. I won't.