The only thing I look forward to is going back to bed at night. I don't have anything to look forward to. I have no purpose. I can't find happiness. People may think I'm happy, that I'm fine, but I'm not, I'm just good at pretending.
It’s easy to see depression – at least the kind of depression we associate with slumped shoulders, feeling dead inside and crying. Depression shows on our faces like a book cover. But mania! Oh mania! It can look like happiness! Or rage! Or someone finally coming out of a depression and feeling real again! Mania is tricky.