I will rewrite what I think did not get on the short version.  I was alone, euphoric......(considered it was great, to me.  Never thought of euphoria, just happiness unbounded).

I didn't eat for 12 days, wasn't hungry.  I rarely slept.  I had so much happy energy! I did things I am not proud of........regret. Still, the priest, the therapist, and my doctor all  thought it was great! Back home, I am back to myself.  What happened to me? While on the plane: I got on, turned my head to the window, turned my head back to the aisle......seeing people all getting OFF the plane.  Simply, by turning my head to the window for a second, I had arrived at my destination! This happens every time I get on a plane, now!  I have DID. I am bipolar. I am 64, now.  I am well educated: credentialed teacher, BASW, and a masters in Psych.. I am a member of MENSA.  I do not drink or take drugs.  I do take Paxil, now.  It keeps me leveled out.