Bewildered - realizing your time on earth is now limited, that there will never be any green lawns, white-picket fences, building a family, being a great scientist etc... So it begs the question, how to make the most useful time left in this existence? Maybe just focus on study, write a novel (even if just for personal introspection), try to stay happy (which will never happen with a bipolar person). I want leave at least something, and make sure people can see a happy person before I depart, rather than focusing on any negatives.
Not even 40mg temazepam can relax me at the moment. Seriously haven't felt this confused in a long time, actually nearly cried for the first time in years tonight.
I honestly don't necessarily fear death as I agree with J.B.S Haldane " my own suspicion is that the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.. I suspect that there are more things in heaven and earth that are dreamed of, or can be dreamed of, in any philosophy," but the fact of knowing you're going to have your name called and it could be on the next second, or the next 5 years... it's freaky shit.
I guess it's just the regret of what COULD have been.