Well, let’s start by saying I honestly knew better. I started my first set of medications not too long ago, and I think I truly believed I was cured. Looking at it now, I believe it was mania. I signed a lease on a new apartment, picked up a second job, dropped a class, changed my major, and some other slightly more embarrassing things. Oh yeah, also got a tattoo. It was a great feeling, but I woke up today with what feels like a very heavy depressive episode. I am too ashamed to say anything to my spouse yet. And on top of it all, imposter syndrome is making it so hard for me to communicate with my psychiatrist.