I have bipolar depression. I ride the highs of mania where I don't need a lot of sleep. I feel like I'm so high that I can almost touch the sky. I can write and read until my eyes get tired and after a brief rest do some more reading and writing. Then, I crash back to earth and into the pits of depression. At times, I have to sign myself into a mental ward to keep myself safe. I write my bipolar depression out through my writing and in my journals.
Below are links to some of my books