For me hypomania feels good at first, just like being really happy. But gets eventually unbearable. I'd say people notice that I'm hyper, even I notice it. Joking around excessively, getting to the point that people start to think I'm acting weird or even a little scary. Writing five hour long emails, essays, or researching anything that catches my eye, all night. Feeling like I'm having some kind of mental epiphany or breakthrough, like I'm figuring everything out, everything suddenly makes sense, even though if I look back at the things I thought or wrote after the fact it clearly doesn't. Deciding to leave the country after having stayed up all night making mixed tapes. Forgetting to eat or drink. Can't sit still, walking around in circles, cleaning the entire house. Taking on waaaay too much and breaking down because I can't get everything done, going between five different organizing jobs and all of them getting worse instead of better until there is stuff everywhere. Getting angry at everyone, for everything. And the downward spiral begins. I end up with mixed episodes, highly agitated and depressed at the same time, extreme anxiety and sometimes delusions or paranoia (my room mate is purposely giving me diseases and is going through my things, I have been bugged, I'm in an experiment and everyone is in on it, etc.), hallucinations uncommon usually from the sleep deprivation, insomnia and endless thought loops that literally drive me insane... I don't know how else to describe it. It's a really, really terrible feeling. That's what Seroquel is for, and I must say it does a damn good job of keeping me alive. It's the best thing I've had, the biggest part of a cocktail that's working well.