Dear Success Triggered Hypomania:

I am Revu2's new standard living system, Mobius Mode. He recruited me because you made his life a mess. Your inattention to logical details have set him back again and again. Your ramped up excitement has led to missed job opportunities, muffed romantic connections, and nearly cost him work he did have on several occasions.

I, on the other hand, never let him lose the thread of connection to what's really needed in the moment, whether he's feeling happier, normal, or a bit down or sad. Whether he's rested of fatigued. Alone on in company.

It's been about a month since I've begun work, and it's been quite successful so far. There were a few days when he was on the highest cusp of excited nervous energy. I coached him to just witness the state, not to add any comments, play soothing, sleepytime music (even at 10 in the morning) and to limit outreach to only 2 friends.

It worked! We just finished a long anticipated conference of personal interest, and a long day of travel for work, and there are no rushes of feelings of success that will build and string out into infinity. It was just a few bloody days of life! That's good.

Finally, as a symbol of all this, we had a ritual to bury Icarus, his symbol of hypomania. Icarus, may he rest in peace, is dead and buried.

Hypomania, he'll always have those great memories of those highs (yey!) along with the carnage of the follow-on crashes (ugg). Seemed he could never manage only the high and avoid the crash. Now, with Icarus's death, both are buried.

He will always have memories of you, but you will not be missed because he can learn to rely more and more on me now. It's a fresh start at life.

Don't bother to write back, MM

Revu2