I almost did twice this week. It's been the most difficult week I've had to deal with in over two years. I went four consecutive days with next to no sleep and on top of that, every single day I've had to deal with new **** and it's just become too much. I'm heading for probably my biggest manic episode since 2013 so I'm getting to that point where I have no limits or self-control.
Anyway, yesterday I went shopping and some random woman said something about me to her friend in a really passive aggressive way while they passed me. It took about a minute for my mind to process it, and when it did this burning rage took over. I saw her go to pay for something so I put down what I was going to buy and as I stormed past her I shouted "SOMEONE in this shop is a HUGE
BITCH" and stared at her and her friend. What she said about me started off with "
someone in this shop..." so I decided to join in the passive aggressive game but bring it up a level. There were some people around us and every single one of them just stopped what they were doing and stared at me. It was like something out of Eastenders.
I went to my sister's car, got in, and told her to go home but she wouldn't. She wanted to know what happened. When I started telling her I broke down into tears not because of what the woman said but because of her sheer ignorance and it was like the final straw after everything else that happened this week. I managed to keep myself together until then. The first words I said to my sister when I started crying were "why do people judge me when they don't know what the hell I'm dealing with?" and then I started rambling about the other difficult **** that this week decided to throw at me.
When I calmed down a little (not much) the rage came back and I said to my sister "I feel like I could slap that woman. Where is she? Has she left yet? I'm going back. She needs a slap." So I stormed out of the car and into the shop and for the life of me I could not remember what she looked like. As I went in everyone stared at me and I heard someone almost whisper "that's her" about me. I saw there were some people around but I didn't want to go up to just anyone and slap them in case it wasn't her so I knew I had to leave. I think they could tell I had been crying and they must have been shocked because no one said or did anything to me. It's like I was invincible. When I wanted to get back into my sister's car my mum wouldn't let me. She just held my hand as I started crying some more. I wish that disgusting bitch came to me for round 2 so I could tell her all about bipolar and psychosis and the suicidal thoughts that came as a result of my sister doing **** all to help me when I was seeing/feeling a dead girl watching me every time I tried closing my eyes for more than 8 seconds. The ignorant ****er needs to learn that before judging someone personally and maliciously she should really try ****ing hard to find out a bit of personal background first.
If it happens again then I know I won't hesitate. The best part of mania for me is that it completely lowers my inhibitions so if I want to hit someone then I will. Violence is generally a no-go for me unless I'm in a position like this. Back in 2014 I was in a fist fight in an Elliot Minor gig. I wasn't the one that started it, though I did provoke it.