In high school I went through a period when I believed that I was a messianic figure whose existence had been preordained by a watchmaker God who planned for me to save the human race. It’s appropriate to say that during this period of time I suffered from extreme delusions of grandeur. I viscerally understand how it’s possible to fall into an affective death spiral.
Not that the two are exclusive, but this sounds an awful lot like a manic episode. I assume you gave that due consideration?
Not that the two are exclusive, but this sounds an awful lot like a manic episode. I assume you gave that due consideration?