High

I know the winds are shifting when I awaken before my alarm goes off and I feel ready to make the day happen.

I wish it were just that the depression veil was lifting. If that were the case, I'd have slept a bit longer, felt refreshed and 'normal'.

I'm on a high.

Hypomania.

And you know what? I love it.

It means extra care and love with pour into the tasks I do.

I'll bake cookies that are extra gooey.

I'll make sure my make-up is flawless and even accessorize.

I'll add a depth of soul to the dinner I prepare tonight.

Hypomania. A bipolar's greatest love.

Sure, it can be dangerous and every time I come down from the high, I sink deeper into the quicksand...but for now, I will take advantage.

Work then bake then yoga then skype then cook dinner then eat dinner. All while music fills the background and soaking in my kids while doing so.

I'm ready.