No apologies necessary.
It's one I still can't really give a definite answer to, because while I know that the manic me wasn't the real me, it felt more real and vibrant than anything. To feel totally blessed by the universe, part of some ineffable 'secret', feeling telepathic communications (and seeming to transmit them), thinking that everyone in the world wants to bang you - well, it's a pretty good way to feel. Normality can feel dreary by comparison.
Then I look at all the hurt I've caused, all the people I've upset, all the wasted potential, all the embarrassing incidents and, well, I don't miss 'that guy' so much anymore.
The lows just seem like a void: entire years of which I barely remember a thing.