Good morning, coralewisjr,
“(You just have to be crazy to understand some things…j/k)”
quote, corolewisjr
Ain’t it the truth!
I employ the term “looney”, myself.
I’m so glad that my post made sense to you.
BTW, I once had a hypomanic experience for 3
days due to a new medication. Perfectly awful.
I have to be very careful about not getting
over-excited. I can’t “metabolize” the excitement.
Thoughts start racing 100 miles an hour,
my “hard-drive” starts making connections
between concepts, in a geometric progression
that get’s out of hand.
It’s overwhelming.
You know what I do? I find the most softly lit
room in the house. I lie down and try to breathe
quietly, and let time pass a bit. If that doesn’t
work, I have medication that I can take, that
helps.
I don’t have bipolar. But excitement can drive
me into racing thoughts.
My husband is so dear. He is wise and kind
and very patient. He understands when I say
“I’ve gotta go and find some dark and quiet.”
*
As I like to say: Living with mental illness sure makes
each day interesting, trying to deal with it.
I hope that you have a grand day, Corinne,
Maureen*
Thank you! DH and I are having a great night.
Back in 2002, the year I went crazy, I wrote a lot of poems. (I even wrote poems in classes! This was my senior year of high school.) When I was able to think more clearly and I was medicated, I reread those poems. It’s strange: as I was writing them, they made perfect sense and I just had to get the thoughts out onto paper. When I reread them, it was painful to read them (some of them were about painful things I was going through) and they didn’t make sense so I ended up throwing all of them away.
I learned to write better poems. I haven’t written in several months. Maybe after preborn Baby is born, God will inspire me to write a few more. Here’s my poems if you’re interested:
dashjr.is-a-geek.org/~cora-jr/myworks/
God bless you all!
my Mother my Confidence,
Corinne