A funny thing happened on the way to South Africa -- I ended up in a mental hospital instead. Still trying to figure out what's going on -- but as long as I'm here, the likelyhood that I'll find myself wandering the streets for days with a couple of suitcases in hand, pulling knives on strangers are fairly low. Could be severe depression, could be hypomanic bipolar. SSRIs seem to be working for now, but it will be a while before we know anything for certain.
I wish I had seen this coming. It could have saved a lot of people a lot of trouble, and may even have saved a life. Sorry.