“The Fall” is a portrayal of my long-standing love affair with dreams. Alternatively, this also depicts the mania/hypomania side of bipolar disorder. It can send you into a trippy high, and oftentimes, this is when bursts of creativity take hold, crazy adventures happen, effervescent I-love-you texts to parents are sent , and I have to admit it’s the fun part.
Except that it’s also in this state of reckless and impulsive behavior that bad decisions and rash commitments are made, and that sucks big time. Then comes the violent crash that almost always follows the euphoria, like the hypnic jerk that cuts a vibrant dream.