I've been a good girl all my life. I graduated from high school, went to college and graduated in three years with honors. I even married my high school sweet heart. The man to whom for the past 15 years I have given everything.
After the children were born, the wild rides of depression and hypomania took hold of me, cycling through several times a day. I have noticed but have never said, to anyone, that when I become hypomanic I am extrememly hypersexual.
I eye every man that passes by me. Wondering what it would be like to taste his skin. To be in his arms. And for the first time I seriously consider what it would be like to have an affair.