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Hypomania. Colors are gloriously brilliant and music is exalting. The environment is an exiting, magical place - and there are messages for me coming from the universe. The messages are from God, or a higher power that is extremely creative and Knows All. My mission in life is to teach others, to awaken others to the magnificent glory of the universe. I am compelled to restore justice, in a humanitarian sense. Everyone seems to be moving awfully slowly; clearly they are not enlightened by the creative force that I am blessed with! I want to share my abundance!
Then something or someone annoys me. Maybe someone grabs a parking spot I was going to use. I feel annoyed and agitated, then I think about how stupid so many people are, how unaware. I may yell at the person who took the parking space. Usually though, I'll shoot the person a really dirty look. Or I'll stare at the person until they look away ( dangerous thing to do).
Next I'm angry. REALLY angry! Outraged! I'm online posting bizarre things, anti-social things. It's in this stage of a manic episode when I'll throw things or break things (I once broke apart an entire desk because it wasn't going the way I wanted it to).
Grandiosity, hypersexuality...and I'm still on my God-given mission. And on it goes until something stops it. Medication, twice the police (and I was taken by extremely unsympathetic cops to the ER).
So that's the general idea of my experience.
I don't seem to have the sleeping symptom, the one when manic people sleep only a few hours, or not at all. However, I have been on meds for decades. It's possible that the meds knock me out so I have to sleep.
I think I've covered my own mania pretty well. I'm sure I left a few things out, but I've given you the general idea.
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