As a grown man I no longer have ‘nightmares’, where I’m scared by something, but rather ‘sadmares’, which cause me to wake up filled with an incredible and inexorable sense of melancholy and loss
I clean for hours on end when i’m manic and i remember when i was a wee lad before i got diagnosed with bipolar i used to GENUINELY go out to the streets around my house and sweep the road.