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Now this reminds me of my very early 20's.
Got back to France after a two month Kerouacstyle trip to the US (West to east coast).
Came back fucked up, but mean FUCKED UP.
I understand the difficulty to point out ONE reason, simply because sometimes things get all blurred.
ended up as a drughead for about 4 months, lost ALL my friends but a couple (who would not talk to me anyway as i was so weird and unpredictable), ended up totally estranged from my parents.
went away for about three months. Nobody except the guy who was accomodating knew where i was.
really lost it for a while, spending my time luistening to ATL, slept in a boxroom the size of a simple mattress with a fucking nest of spiders above my head all that time.
Eventually i DID need help from a psychanalist to sort myself out.
Things eventually got back to normal about a year or so after.
now that was TOUGH, one evntually finds reasons, which doesn't mean u can solve the actual issues, but at least you can try to have a little healthy emptahy for yr own bad self.
it DOES get better.
just hope it doesn't last TOO long because these times are really hard.
like drowning to the bottom of swimming-pool. U need to touch the very bottom of it and FEEL it to push back to the surface.
don't know anything about bipolar though. i wasn't anyway. i was only MUTATING, maybe you're just going through that phase too.
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