When hypomania begins, it’s like watching a couple of chipmunks playing in the backyard. It’s just lively entertainment. And then 25 more chipmunks show up on dirt bikes, and they’re all drunk on energy drinks, and some of them have rabies, and they’re chewing the wires, and before you know it your home has burned to the ground.
How did this happen? Again?
I couldn’t keep up with what was happening inside my head. This is the reason I need to step back from making decisions. My head is bursting with ideas, so many ideas that I can’t actually solve a problem because the ideas are soaking up all the power on the grid. There’s nothing left to use to weigh options and consequences.
And I can’t write another word about it because now is truly one of those moments. It’s 90 degrees out and I’m going to brew chamomile tea and fold laundry because I know those choices are safe.
Lynda Williams,The Dos and Don’ts of Mastering Your Hypomania “Dragon”

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