This isn't...

This isn't one of my good days because I've been depressed, irrational, emotional and hypomanic suffering from insomnia for the last three days. Mom's been over for the fourth time today, fiddling with the shower curtains and the rod to Feng Shui my motivation to shower and shave. Unfortunately, I am a slave to this psychological menace inside me because it has nearly eradicated spirit and won't let go of me. I'm crying out for help and I wish those of you could hear me. I'm trying to tell you what I can with the words in my poems and share what this is doing to me; preferably before this condition takes full control of me.