I've been bipolar for 10 years and medicated for 8 of those years. I've experienced 2 full blown manias, and since then, countless hypomanias that I've always countered with antipsycholic medication. It has become a cycle, and it feels like it will be an endless cycle.
I've had messiah-type thoughts so many times that it doesn't seem strange to me anymore, even when I'm level. I think of philosophy when I get hypomanic and every time it feels like I make profound realizations about the world and about myself. I feel like when I'm not hypomanic I'm living in a fog. I don't really enjoy the things I do; I act out the actions required to appease others and not pass myself off as abnormal. When I'm manic I feel like I did when I was a child - a childhood that has all but vanished from my memory.
I've become more and more bored with life. So much so that I now dedicate the bare minimum amount of my conscious energy to the things I have to do every day and instead invest in the thoughts and ideas that germinate from the acknowledgment of those things in my surroundings.
I feel increasingly lost and unable to draw conclusions. I've found myself asked a question and my mind has been unable to utter a reply . . . perhaps because no answer makes sense, no answer at all.
Difference is fading into sameness and every day I feel like I will go insane, if that is not where I reside already.