When I was first diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I just stared at my psychiatrist. I was depressed. I'd been depressed most of the time for as long as I could remember. I took some convincing.
One of the things that helped me accept that diagnosis was that for decades I'd had a condition I called "racy brain" that turned out to fit the definition of racing thoughts. Sometimes fast-moving thoughts would be so "loud" that I couldn't sleep. Often thoughts would overlap with each other and with...
