My thoughts run through my mind a mile a minute, I blurt things out without being able to think it through beforehand because everything is going so fast. I philosophize about things with people, interrupt them, and think I'm the most brilliant person in the world. I not only sleep little, I don't feel the NEED for much sleep (and I think this is one of the hallmarks, if you take a serious nap after a sleepless night, you're probably not hypo).

Each and every color and texture is magnified and utterly beautiful, I want to smell and touch flowers and leaves and blankets and clothing and everything.

When hypo (and all of the above is hypo, not mania) I tend to get mildly paranoid. My anxiety melts away, as do my inhibitions. I sometimes get hypersexual; I've barhopped just looking for someone to sleep with.

But then things can and sometimes do go wrong. The mild paranoia turns to full blown paranoia. Light is unbearable as is sound, which feels magnified exponentially. I become very irritable (mostly related to the paranoia) and I blurt out inappropriate things (usually related to the paranoia). The fast thinking and moving change to not being able to be still, to being still being excruciating, feeling like bugs are crawling inside of me. The previous rapid fire thinking which had my ideas so honed and focused (or so it seemed) then becomes so bad I can't focus on anything.

At its worse, I start to become delusional, I look at myself in the mirror and don't see myself, I feel like my-self has been broken into a million shards. I feel like I can do anything and do very risky things. Once it gets this bad, it's terrifying and this part I'd call full blown mania, not hypomania.