Depression is vast. It’s plagued by thoughts that this life may not be worth it. Depression dwells on heartbreaks, on missed opportunities, on failures.
Mania is caught up in the minutiae. Mania is obsessive. Mania writes and rewrites the same paragraph and listens to the same song over and over and over again. Mania wants, craves, and needs more of everything.
Last night I was euphoric. Tonight I’m lethargic. Why? Who knows.
All we have to understand is that we’re sometimes up, sometimes down. That none of this is permanent.