I’ve been in a hypomanic state since Thursday. I mean clinically. Not sleeping, eating, except for the blessed care of my husband who keeps on me about trying to eat something every once in a while. Just writing…endlessly writing. Sometimes on Medium. Sometimes in my book. Sometimes working on my cartoon. Sometimes working on genealogy. I am not necessary happy during this time. I am emotional. Labile. Yes, prone to be happier I suppose. Prone to headaches, so that doesn’t help. Perhaps this is because I am having a “mixed” state, and this is what the good old psychologists would say differentiates me from you. I mean blisswise. I kind of want to feel that chill. I feel a little more keyed up.