I do this quite a lot. Half of my family lives in a lie. I haven't told them where I actually live, they think I live in the different city then I'm currently at. It has been going on for more than a year, lying about my whereabouts, going different places without further notice or thinking, traveling and occasionally changing my life dramatically in many different ways. I am afraid people will judge me by my decisions a lot and I sometimes feel, like I have jumped on a edge to a safety net I didn't know existed. Honestly, I don't do ridiculous things that affect my life
"too much", but they still
affect to it. Anyway, after all the traveling, there's obviously a huge drop afterwards. The mood swing.
I usually am very up-going when I leave because I have managed to build false thoughts of a great idea of living in a better place/enviroment and adventure, how everything will get better and I don't need
anyone. After I come back from the trip or the "short mania" state wears off... well... it feels like Hell. You just realize that you have escaped something you can't (your personality disorder and life). I wouldn't want anyone to do the same things as I do or did, because you somehow start to miss it too. You miss the feeling of belonging somewhere (it's the mania that's doing it tho, atleast I think so), the independent trip and fun times you had. I grave to feel normally happy again but because I usually don't, my mood changes way too much for that, I start to easily miss my "mania" moments because only then I don't feel empty and alone. I don't even think about loneliness then - I feel really confident and aggressive of who I am then, like a child whose telling their mom they can do anything they want and no one can stop them.
Honestly, I am not even sure if this all happens because of my disorder, I feel like it has been my personality for so long.