"Everything was possible because nothing had yet had time to disappoint me. This is the seduction of hypomania. There is productivity and confidence, dressed and draped as the woman I have always wanted to be."

"Like slime or gum, just stuck and sticky. And even when or if I remove that voice, it will leave this residue that will taint whatever I hear or think of next. My neurotransmitters will send my every move with that residue until it washes out months later. That is what it feels like to enter a manic episode quite frankly."

"I did it. I killed my father then and there on a Thursday in May, and I have yet to forgive myself...I sat the rest of the car ride to the hospital in silent tears, wondering what my dad’s face would look like when I arrived. I imagined he would look pale, cold, dead, really dead."