I'm not patient

I hate not knowing, waiting for answers. Hate it.  Hate it hate it hate it. 

I woke up this morning on top of the world.  I felt great about life, about love about everything.  I felt one with the universe and all of that.  It was a great feeling.  Even though I often given "overly happy" people the side eye, it felt good.  Really good.  Are there really people that feel like that all the time?

Then it stopped.  And doubt started creeping in, and anxiety and fear and bam.  Bad place.  I don't want to be in a bad place anymore.  I'm tired of the bad place.

I have to be patient.  It'll work out, it always works out.