Um...yeah. That is EXACTLY what happens to me! Doesn't help that my delusions revolve around music...and demons.

I guess I should better describe what hypomania looks like for me, although it is hard for me to figure out when I'm switching from hypomania to mania.

I get super productive and look forward to working every day, whereas I think most people look forward to working some days and dread working other days. I take on a lot of responsibilities, think I can "do it all." I'm extremely happy and positive about life; I never feel sad. I'm incredibly outgoing and never home because I'm constantly doing things with friends. My sleep is mostly normal when I'm hypomanic, but I do sleep a couple hours less than usual. And, like I said before, I get impulsive with my money and if I don't have money, apparently I will shoplift!

When I'm manic it's all of the above but more extreme, with some added features. I, too, feel like I have restless legs syndrome all over my body. I cannot sit still, am constantly pacing, dancing, fidgeting, etc...I will go on long walks at all hours of the day and night. I am still extremely happy and like to belt out my lungs to songs in my car; I get super annoying to other people because I can't stop moving around and talking super fast and my thoughts that I vocalize don't really flow together. My therapist tells me I act like an 8 year old child. I will become obsessed with my appearance, constantly changing outfits throughout the day and applying make-up. All of my senses are heightened so that I feel like I can HEAR EVERYTHING, and everything looks so sharp and bright and clear, and I feel the slightest touch...like a hair moving on my head, or a mosquito landing on my leg. I will still sleep, just not very much (like someone else said, I'll go to bed late and wake up really early). And it's hard to fall asleep because I feel super excited about the next day to come...like I'm looking forward to everything I can accomplish. But really I don't accomplish much of anything because I start to have high anxiety about all of the things I'm so excited about doing, and become so overwhelmed that I just pace around instead.