Oh Dear - I've woken up wide awake and alert - those things that are danger signs. I suppose I'd better tell Home Treatment tomorrow, despite the temptation to go with it and follow the rush. This feeling is seductive and lures me on to stay awake, even though I know I should go back to bed and try to get some more sleep. It's much more fun to be awake though - the contrast with being depressed and awake is startling. When I was depressed, every moment was a nightmare - now every moment is precious and exciting. I've got a headache, but that's a minor detail - last week it would have been the end of the world.
I'll try to get some sleep, but I don't hold out much hope.
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?