I woke up and looked down at my body. It was orange, as if it was engulfed in flames. A rage was simmering not so far below the surface.
Having bipolar disorder, I was familiar with the extreme lows of depression. I was familiar with the high energy of hypomania.
Even the hypersexuality was familiar to me. But this rage, this was new. It was like every fiber of my being was on fire. Every word I heard was an irritant.
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