I am currently a slave to my own hypomania.
Here is an extremely accurate description of Hypomania from WebMD.com –>
“At first when I’m high, it’s tremendous … ideas are fast … like shooting stars you follow until brighter ones appear… All shyness disappears, the right words and gestures are suddenly there … uninteresting people, things, become intensely interesting. Sensuality is pervasive, the desire to seduce and be seduced is irresistible. Your marrow is infused with unbelievable feelings of ease, power, well-being, omnipotence, euphoria … you can do anything … but somewhere this changes.”
(http://www.webmd.com/bipolar-disorder/guide/hypomania-mania-symptoms)
My house is spotless and I have three new projects started. Well, four if you count this blog.
My thoughts are aplenty and continue to race, almost like there’s an F1 track in my head.
I am happy at times, giggling at my boyfriend’s silly antics, but most of the time I am irritated about nothing in particular. My compulsions (picking up dust, wiping down the counters, making the house positively PRISTINE clean) are ruling supreme over my projects/enjoyment.
My psychiatrist prescribed three different medications for my Bipolar I. A mood-stabilizer which I have been on for 9 years (works like a dream), an anti-depressant for recurrent depressive episodes, and adderall for focus.
O, sweet spontaneous earth... 