While being manic brought me a great burst of creativity, I didn't see the results when on meds. as I saw the results (the book) when I was manic. I wrote The Book of Life believing that it was the New Bible created by God's words which he spoke to me. After the episode, I realized how embarrassing it was and I threw it away - now I wish I'd kept it though, just to look back on. Others are probably much more talented than I am, though, so do write pretty amazing things. I'm writing right now though, and I tell my husband, God, if only I was going through some major depression or mania maybe I could write something with more depth to it. I'm stuck. Yet do I really want to go through that? Do I really want to put my loved one's through that? It's too risky.