I'm coming off of a very long manic episode. It's like I jumped from mount everest all the way down into the abyss. I'm extremely low right now, very intrusive thoughts. I have a family that's counting on me. If it wasn't for them I definitely wouldn't be here anymore. But even with that motivation, today is extremely hard. The thoughts are winning. I feel overwhelmed, hopeless, and broken. I'm tired of always staying strong for everyone else. I'm ready to breakdown. No one in my life truly understands the war the rages on in my mind. I feel completely alone and I feel like this illness will win...