With my bipolar issues, I’ve had any degree of day. I can go from being deliriously delighted, full of energy to morbidly melancholy, sleeping 16 hours out of a day.
Then, my epilepsy knocks me unconscious. I’ll have a dream-like fantastical feeling float into my head, and the next thing I know I’m in an ambulance. Paramedics ask many questions, while I try to figure out what happened.
In all three of those instances, I tell myself to pray, and in the end, I always survive.