Yet she’s confident she will feel okay in a bit. After her first few bombs at the beginning of the month, she held her breath, waiting to hear depression’s footsteps at her door. Does feeling bad mean she’s depressed? Does feeling good mean she’s manic? Is any intense emotion a prelude to her next hospitalization? But depression never came. And so even though she feels pretty rotten right now, it also feels pretty damn good to know that what she’s feeling is temporary, safe, and normal.
