Quick shout out to hypomania scaring off my sheep and taking my mind hostage. You gave me tons of great ideas last night – for things I’m writing, ideas I’m developing and even dancing. It all felt intelligent and fluid, creative and beautiful. Indeed, I shone at 4 am. Still feeling fantastic now, at 6:05 a.m. Even have that adrenaline going in my stomach that I’m starting to taste, which means I will crash in the next few hours. Sick and most unpleasant. Physical pain, too. I honestly hate you, Bipolar, even though I was on top of the world a short while ago.
But hey, you’re a liar, and liars lie.