Delusion of Grandeur

When manic, I think, feel, and act like God— like Superman, or the world’s savior; the rush from feeling like a demi-god makes me believe I am a conqueror, like another Alexander the Great! Then I’m flung to the dark abyss of Hell when my wild moods now suddenly abate, then rapidly cycle that I can't tell the bottomless and profound lows (which start from these ecstatic, Olympian highs) from these peaks which then make me fall apart as this dark disorder intensifies:— delusions of grandeur of my bipolar go from these highs to these states of dolor!