Bipolar Disordere

Okay so I was recently diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, I had my first manic episode at the end of 2012. So its 2 years later and I'm just coming out of the depressive spectrum of Bipolar Disorder (which is hell on earth, to put it lightly), and got myself in a bit of trouble smoking weed. 
 
I was off the marijuana for about a year, then moved into an apartment for some summer school. My roommate was a huge stoner, growing 4-5 plants in his closet, and he'd smoke me up every once in awhile. Before I started smoking again I was symptom free, but when I got high the symptoms would start coming back, delusions like thinking the world could hear my thoughts. 
 
It wasn't much of an issue until one night when he rolled a huge blunt. I took a few hits off it and decided to lay off, before I got to high to deal with my shit. I began to think the world could hear my thoughts again, and that we were all playing some game where we were trying to elevate our levels of consciousness. i thought Eminem had been winning before I passed him up, and thought that he used to use his mind to fuck with his friends. 
 
I was standing in the kitchen while roommate was sitting on the couch watching TV, chilling out, when suddenly I thought God was talking to me. I thought he was my father and that I was Jesus Christ himself. LOL. I thought that he told me he was angry at me for partying on earth, which was his house, much like your father owns his home which you may or may not reside in anymore. 
 
So I was like shit I pissed off God again, and I started saying some things to my roommate. For some reason he decided to start cleaning up, and I thought he was cleaning up because God was angry at us. Me being the son of God, and responsible for the party here on earth, decided i was gonna keep rebelling against God because this was only my first offense. I told him to stop cleaning up (I didn't want God to think I was going to listen to him. Id be a cool Jesus lol). 
 
Then I started thinking about it and decided that maybe God was an alien, and that I was an alien. I actually asked my roommate if he thought I was an alien. (i barely knew the guy, id lived with him for a month). And he was like nah dude your not an alien, and resumed watching TV like nothing had happened. I was like "DUDE, WTF. I JUST ASKED YOU IF I WAS AN ALIEN AND YOU CARRY ON LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED. WTF LOL." 
 
Then I decided to pay my roommates upstairs a little visit. They're 17 year olds, fresh outta high school and ready to start there first year of college. I'm 22 and have a scraggly beard that makes me look a little bit scary, which is funny cause Im a really nice guy with a baby face. 
 
My roommate and I had left a bottle of JD outside, and the retards stole it one day. As I thought about it more and more I got angrier and angrier. So when I got upstairs I walked through the apartment to the kids room, and smashed his door against the wall as hard as I could, breaking the door and putting a hole in the wall. This of course scared the shit out of them and they were like dude wtf is going on. I then went in his room and grabbed some pottery or something and threw it against the wall, shattering it and putting another hole in the wall. Then I walked out of the room and asked them if they were playing (referring to the game we were all supposedly playing). They said yes, and then I asked them if we were cool. They said we were cool, which made me begin hysterically laughing. I was rolling around on the floor and was like how the fuck are we cool? did you see what I just did? I then told them they were cool as fuck and walked out the door. As i left Dillon (the owner) started walking down the stairs leaving his apartment. I told him he couldn't leave, and not to call the cops. He continued to walk down the stairs and I again said he couldn't leave because I was afraid he called the cops. I told him I had been to two loony bins and I wasnt going back tonight. Of course he continued to leave so I grabbed him by the collar and threw him up against the wall. I told him I wasn't going to hurt but that he needed to listen to me. 
 
I let him go and he went back into the apartment. I walked down the stairs and a voice spoke to me in my head "They called the cops, get out of there". I was like motherfucker, and started walking away from the apartment. I didn't know where I was gonna go and decided to just chill out in the grass, pacing. Eventually the police showed up, I saw the officer walking towards me and calmly walked towards him. He asked if i was the one he was looking for and I said yes and he cuffed me and put me in the squad car. I sat there for a while and eventually they pulled me out and sat me on the curb. I thought I was going to jail but they told me he wasn't pressing charges. The medics came checked me out, and tried to take me to the hospital because my heart rate was 170. I refused. blah blah blah they let me go. The kid ended up charging me with criminal mischief.
 
Fuck my life