Hypomania feels great ... until it doesn't. I feel smart, efficient, better, stronger, faster. I can work circles around other people. Everything just flows. When I'm hypomanic, I'm creative and I've written poetry and made greeting cards for people. Things are easy. Then I do something completely stupid like mortgaging the house to buy a business that failed the first year.
I used to resent my ex. I left him 3 times before our divorce in 2000. I wasn't diagnosed when I was with him, and I wish I had been. Now I feel sorry that he had to put up with all my strange plans and ideas. He had the patience of a saint to put up with me for 26 years. He's with someone else now, a woman I went to school with, and she's good for him. I'm glad he's doing well.
Hypomania feels wonderful, but it's not my friend. I miss hypomania, but it's just as well that I'm now somewhat "normal" (whatever normal is).
I feel calmer now, but lacking in a lot of ways. I have no will to do things like clean my apartment or go out with friends. In fact, I lost most of my friends when I was hypomanic in 2013. I don't care about a lot of things like I used to. I function, but that's about it. I guess this is my baseline. Boring but ok. Just ok.