Tuesday, November 15, 2011
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.
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.