There is so many to choose from. I was living in chicago when I had my first manic/psychotic episode. It was easter sunday and still snowing in april. I am from the deep south so people already thought of me as a little strange bc of my southern accent. I decided I would go to church bc it was easter and the powers that be told me that's what I should do. I had been wearing my fuzzy pj's with no bra (I'm pretty chesty) so I just threw on a pair of sketchers and thank god a long coat to hide my pj's and I had never set foot in a catholic church before but I went to one and even sprinkled myself with holy water from a fountain and made the cross sign. then I decided I needed to go to another church and somehow I wound up at a mexican church. They spoke only in spanish and I thought I could understand everything being said and even "sang" along with spanish hymns I was feeling good it was a very high energy service yet I was the only white woman in there and people were giving me strange looks, and that wasn't enough so then I went to an episocpal church and was kneeling like I new what was going on. The next day I decided to go on a driving spree and felt like the radio was telling me where to go I ended up in an area far away and had to go to the bathroom and decided I would just go stop at this elementary school (it was the closest thing around) the kids had just let out and I used the bathroom and then got mesmerized by the kids art work hanging in the halls and looked at them for a while when a lady from the front office informed me I did not sign in at the front desk and the cops were on they're way (I was still in my fuzzy pj's and no bra) when the cops got there i thought it was a joke and was laughing about it not believing they would arrest me for using the bathroom. They did arrest me and they had the radio on in their car and I sang all the way to the jail! It took three days for my parents to get me out and I lost any dignity I had when I had to use the bathroom in there I had to pull the jumpsuit down and I had no bra on so I was basically naked in front of the other two people in the cell with me (I am usually very modest) I HATE baloney. But that's all I got in there was baloney between two pieces of bread and nothing else and I ate it like it was steak or something. I think they only gave us one a day. I just remember starving! Got out with the understanding that I had to go to a mental facility before leaving the state and 100 hrs of community service. Needless to say I spent 31 days in the hospital in Illinois that is where I got my first diagnosis and there is tons of things that happened in there that I can laugh about now. It's been 6 yrs. and was traumatic at the time but thank god I can laugh at it all now!

I was at a dentist appointment with my mom in the waiting room, bored to tears. So a little boy walked in and I told him to sit down on the floor and started teaching him yoga. His parents didn't even know what to do! Bahaha!

@ Zonker~ That's a great moment. I bet it was quite an experience for you.

@DuskLunae, As a parent if a person did that to entertain my child in a boring dentist office- I would think them an angel. I bet they were secretly delighted to have someone entertaining their kid for them.

Was sling'n beer and ducking ashtrays, beer bottles and fists in a one hotel town in Alberta...next to the Siksika Reservation when I was 20 years old.

The elders loved me but some of the younger ones...barred for life and always trying to drag me out the door as they got drunker in their pickup trucks parked out front...really had a hate on me and my long dark hair and honkytonk ways...had to get me a local girlfriend just so some of them would leave me alone about their women.

It was getting close to the end of the summer and things were settling down when I was invited...for the umpteenth time...over to the rez for a feast and funfest. I finally accepted.

When I first landed the job I was so paranoid of them coming through my window from the general store's roof next door...but it was so damned hot I would leave the windows open anyway...so I was still a bit freaked about going over but was assured I would be fine as it was discussed and I was invited whether some of them liked me or not.

Food was great...booze was plentiful and I had a great time as far as I can remember until it got dark. Some of the guys took me house to house...more drinking...gave up my Black Sabbath "we sold our soul for rock and roll" T-Shirt...lost my shoes...and my mind and it's bearings.

Wandered around howling at the moon and cut my feet up pretty bad and a young guy took me to his home where his mother bandaged me up and they gave me a cot to sleep it off on in the basement.

Come 'round the midnight hour I was up and on the stagger again looking for more fun times...ended up having a bottle of whiskey handed to me and spun around and off a porch. Turns out I wandered into a house with no one home and found a bed and went to sleep...passed out.

I remember being woken with someone screeching at me and beating me with something long and heavy telling me to get out of her house. I just said this is my house and rolled over and went back to sleep...passed out.

Not sure how long after I got pulled off the bed and drug into another room where I was beaten unconscious. I woke up in the back lot of the hotel the next morning with a hudson bay blanket wrapped around me...no clothes...no shoes...barely able to stand...feeling like I got trampled by a heard of buffalo.

I managed to get upstairs and crashed a while longer...had evening shift that night. I woke up around 4pm and went to shower. I was a little more clear headed by then but as I was checking all my bruises, cuts, bumps...nothing broken...but couldn't see out of one eye because it was just a bloody goose egg.

I was trying to figure out who beat me up...I remember I was somewhere where I shouldn't have been and I remembered some weird witchy cackling and laughing before I was beat into unconsciousness...I looked down and noticed I had no hair...down there...weird...really weird.

Anyway, the owner said I was in no shape to work and just sat me down and put a bottle of rum on the table for my pain. I said hello to some of the regulars and some asked if I had a good time...I said I did so...don't I look it? Everything seemed ok so I began to relax and get drunk again.

I knew there was some joking going on about me and I eyeballed this old old man whose shit I had to clean up many a time as it ran down his legs onto the floor...did I mention this was a one hotel town?...we were good friends but when I asked him he just wagged his long crooked finger at me and pointed to who I knew was his sister.

I staggered over to her table and saw the exchange of looks between her and another woman...both in their 70's...easily. I smiled and they both smiled and I said ok...so tell me...did I do something real bad?

Sister to old man laughed then got real serious and said..."you were somewhere you shouldn't have been...you did not leave...we were drunk too but not as drunk as you. We could have done anything we wanted to you but we decided you are a good man...for a honky.

Turns out Sister and her friend went to another house close by and spoke with two more of their friends. They decided they would put a beating on me...without hurting me too much.

Four old women, in their 70's to 80's had beat the crap out of me...taken all their frustrations with the men in their lives and let it out...they had fun. It was funny...Sister asked if I wanted my pubic hair back..."winters coming...wind blows could here."

Worst beating I ever took from anyone in my life...only going through a windshield and bouncing off the back of a spreader truck...in a whiteout on the road out of Banff ever did more damage.

I let them keep the hair...and the clothes and shoes and got outta town a month later...before snowfall. No harm...no foul...glad to be alive...I've done stupider.

Mine would probably be this one night when I was really waaaay up and I went out with my mates and got totally smashed on weed brownies and vodka. They made videos of me sleeping in pizza boxes, running around, sticking my hand up my mate's girl's dress, trying to kiss this 16 year old (I'm 20). I did and said so much stupid shit. The mania with the weed and booze just.... It was just too much. Within a few hours it's like I was crashing from the substances and the mania. I thought I had finally lost my mind. I was crying and begging to be taken to my ex. Needless to say, I have not touched booze or drugs since and my friends got rid of the vids (as far as I know).

most embarrassing....a sex spree I went on...to put it in an uncensored manner. That's not the craziest manic moment however.

This has been so great to read through! I don't feel so alone! My reality and imagination in my memory is so foggy but I know I've talked to people who weren't really there. And I remember wearing some funky rainbow striped socks in the hospital that a friend brought me and I went up to one of the students writing stuff and I told him to make sure he wrote down how great my socks are. God I hated being under observation!!!