It’s like I’m on an elevator.

The ground floor is normal, baseline mood. The basement is depression. The top floor is mania. 

Right now, off of 3 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours, it’s like the elevator got stuck on the way up and I’m waiting for the elevator maintenance guy to fix it so I can leave.

This “floor” so to speak is the one accompanied, at least for me, with a tingling feeling in the body, clenching my jaw, feeling like the paranoia could pop up at any second, and a profound sense of dread.