I've come to call it "the gambler's itch," though I'm not sure that's appropriate for everyone. It's the first impulse to do something seeking a shot of chemical reward, or the creeping onset of a manic episode. It's winning a small amount of money on the one time you gamble on a big sports game and believe, even if only for a moment, that you could easily recreate that success given the chance. It's the afterglow of a first drink at a party, lying to yourself that you are content and don't need much more. Just to reiterate, or let you know for the first time, as of about two years ago, I was diagnosed as bipolar two and have presumably been living with it since my teens. Perhaps I'll get into it later on, or in later posts, but in reflection and treatment since then, had I known that it both existed and what constituted it, there were plenty of red flags that maybe I would have taken notice of back then. Probably not, twenty-year-olds thi...