That is the nature of my illness. I cannot regulate my dopamine surge.
It was fun while it lasted. Past a certain threshold, it will become psychosis.
Work pressure is a killer. So it's been like that for a good quarter century. It is a swing between two extreme polarities.
Actually, it's no big deal, you just witnessed it yourself. I have a condition.
However, people in general have a stigma towards mental illness. My across-the-street neighbor now turns around the other way when he sees my car approaching. All because I called him Prophet David and wanted to trade his house with a Lamborghini Veneno during my hypomania. Hahaha...
Just my luck. I made a living with my brain and here I am having a brain attack. What an irony.
Hence, I find this personal journaling a great therapy. It beats chatting with AI, which is nothing more tha[t] (than) echoing what I just said in a different sentence.
You know what's funny, you are worse tha[t] (than) the AI but chatting with you is like hitting the jackpot. Sometimes there is a hit, sometimes there is a miss. So I should call these sessions the Blog Jackpot. What say you?
Let me pull the lever...
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Postscript: Damn... Not even a measly quarter.
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