So far today I'm a giant, a tyrant, a clinical mess- My label states I'm a manic, a miserable being topped with a dollop of depressed. Those are my titles today, given to me by a man who just won't stay away. If I am really all of those things , why do you suppose that man insists on hitch hiking on my manic wings? Why wouldn't he get off at the next stop, as opposed to whispering in my ear those afflicting thoughts? So far today I am a giant, a tyrant, and maybe even a clinical mess. But I will tell you what I am NOT, and that's a self righteous, name calling, demeaning pest.