I love hypomania. I don't visit there for a day or two, I set up camp and live there for a while. It is when I am most creative with words and paint. Undoubtedly, it gets away from me and I start processing information, over and over until it starts to wear me out.

I literally forget to eat. Once I realize I'm in a dangerous pattern, I consciously try to back myself down. No doubt dreading a "crash." Sometimes it works and I can stabilize myself, other times I have to experience the crash which I hate, but it's necessary. Then I begin again, climbing the ladder.