Sure enough, this one went from hypomania to full-blown mania over the course of about 12 hours. Night before last, I knew I was losing it when I was laying in bed at 4 am staring at the celing and trying to talk myself out of freaking out. I was paranoid and scared to call my pdoc because I thought he'd put me in the hospital. I don't want to go to the hospital. It took me two hours to get enough cojones to call, but I did. We're stopping the Celexa because he thinks it might be feeding the mania, and I'm taking a bit of Zyprexa for a few nights to knock it out.

If I had my druthers, I would love to have some hypomania that doesn't get out of control the way mine does. But then, that's what a lot of us wish for, isn't it?