Sometimes hypomania feels really, really good. In fact, you can’t shut up about how good it feels, and all the things you are going to accomplish (no doubt in an unrealistically short period of time, like perhaps tonight). This is euphoric hypomania, the kind that most people are familiar with, and it feels something like this:
Thoughts dart around in my head, competing for priority.
Or do the thoughts come one after another after another? They race to be noticed before slipping away…I have to, I have to, I have to write them down.
The thoughts are exciting. And that is why I will do everything, ideally all at once.
Let me rephrase that. I will start to do everything. I will
I am a genius. My ideas are brilliant. I can do anything I set my mind to. I am passionate, and nothing will stop me.
[I forget what it feels like to forget what it feels like to feel good.]
I am smart, I am strong. I am capable. Nothing is going to get in my way. I am a pioneer; no one else has ever thought of this before.
I gather things together, or order new supplies
(because the stores are closed at this hour).
How could anyone sleep at a time like this?
The floor is covered in my ideas. Please, nobody step on them. They are the best ideas.
I have energy, energy, energy!!! I amaze myself.
I am ambitious,
I am motivated,
I am determined.
I am never going to sleep.