One of the primary outcomes of a manic episode (for me) was the pain of walking to the bathroom. My feet hurt like hell, but so did my joints and the rest of my body. I felt decrepit. Luckily, that stuff mellows with age (at least for me and affected family members). Plus, I learned to manage it with time and experience (plus medication that slows me down when I start noticing the manic ticks that presage an episode).

Also, because I would forget to hydrate (let alone eat), my urine turned dark and smelled awful. I don’t miss it.

Reminds me of how a colleague was complaining the other day that his git indexes were all corrupted even though he did nothing wrong. Turns out his PC had power supply issues and was suffering spontaneous hard reboots daily.