Hello friends! In my last blog post I talked about closing up my ribcage so nothing would fall in, but indeed something did! Hypomania floated in! I found myself on a cleaning spree, which is common in hypomania and very uncommon for me! I was sweeping and mopping, scrubbing and dusting with a passion. I was singing and clapping, and so very happy! I read up on what to do when you’re hypomanic and Natasha Tracy says to do the opposite of what your hypomania wants to do.

So I made myself a cup of hot tea, as that signals my brain to relax. I sat down at the computer, but reading was somewhat difficult. My brain was going a little too fast. I could sit there for ten or fifteen minutes and then I’d get up in search of another chore. I read about doing deep breathing, so I practiced taking deep breaths.

I alternated longer periods of time sitting with purposeful movement, and gradually, by the time the sun was setting, I began to feel closer to my normal. Although sometimes I found myself just standing up and gazing around, unable to sit, but not sure what to do next. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sleep, but I stuck to a regular bedtime, and while I was still a little antsy, I fell asleep without a problem and slept the whole night through. Sleep is paramount to healing.

I woke up feeling anxious, but not hypomanic. The cheerfulness I had was gone, and while I miss it, (oh how I miss it!!!) I am happy that the mood didn’t escalate any further into disorganized thinking. It was mild enough and brief enough that I don’t think I’ll have a depression to follow. So far, so good. I didn’t think I needed to contact my psychiatrist unless I woke up still feeling hypomanic again. Thank you medication, thank you self who keeps on high alert. Thank you entertained, ever patient husband.