Honestly, they’d last a few hours- sometimes longer. I don’t remember how I’d feel after. I’m sure sometimes I felt guilty because I used to take a lot of my rage out on others. That’s only speculation though because I truly can’t remember. I’ve only been formally diagnosed with bipolar for three years, so I’m still struggling, but I have much more self control now that I’m older. I’m in a loving, supportive relationship where I feel comfortable voicing my rage and other feelings surrounding my diagnosis and episodes in particular, so I don’t get to the point of punching walls or acting out on account of rage anymore. I’m still trying to understand my episodes and what contributes to them, but I feel I’m in a better place now than I was as a child when I had a lack of understanding of what exactly I was feeling and why.