Riding highs, surviving lows

Last week, I was oscilating high; everything I touched was gold, and I was extra happy, every day. Even when it was happening, I knew there would be a downside. There always is.
A work decision last Friday, which wasn’t even that traumatizing, tipped the the apple cart. Last weekend I was down; Monday stayed off with anger and grouchiness. This entire week, even with good news at work again, I am still surviving the lows. Anxiety burning inside my chest, wanting to cry, a pit in my stomach, wanting to get out of my own skin.

My meds are all still on track, and I know next week, I’ll prob be even keeled again, but boy, I hate this.
It’s not something anyone without our condition truly understands, so I don’t share. Just thought I could post here bc you all do.