Sober, Coming Down From Mania, Cracked Skull, Destroyed Friendships.

Sober, coming down from mania, cracked skull, destroyed friendships.

I'm still here though, which I guess is good news.

If you're out there going through mania or post-mania, I've got you, I feel you, and I think we'll all get through this.

It is the impractical things in this tumultuous hellscape of a world, that matter most.

I've got tired bones. It is what it is.

“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched"

- from a letter to Maria Clemm, 1849