The mania begins. Ideas race through my mind. I want to write a book, start a health center, volunteer,paint some pictures,make a film and create my own recipes. I start to feel a kind of affection for everyone. I smile and talk to strangers like they are old friends. I have to remember that's this is the honeymoon period when everything seems possible and I have not lost complete control. Next comes the delusional.thinking and reckless behavior. I will start climbing trees in the rain, spending money on antique furs and Persian carpets. I will wear cashmere dresses and metallic lipstick. I will buy books on beekeeping and electric cars. I am frightened of this mania.I can't seem to stop it.I am taking my medication but it doesn't seem to be working. During my last Manichean episode I entered a state of psychosis.I became convinced my ancestors were calling me back to the dream time. I took 2 bottles of anticonvulsants, half a bottle of dilaudid, and a bottle of maxalt. I ended up spending three weeks in the hospital.