It's like an AHA moment practically everytime I read one of your posts, Sqrl. They contain an insight I rarely encounter. You illuminate your sebject with great intensity.

I count myself among you as a person whose creative fire burns with manic fuel. Alas, at the moment, I barely have enough initiative to get out of bed each day. I certainly understand what you meant in your earlier post about how, "Before I was dx'd, this was the state I lived for." It beats hell outta depression any day, doesn't it? Inevitably, however, there's always that price to pay afterwards. Entropy's revenge I guess. I'm wishing I could get back up there from this foul state I'm mired in now. It doesn't prevent me from understanding the situation you face, however. I hope you're able to manage it.

It's funny you both mention Icarus. I mention him in a poem I posted in the creative corner a while back. It's a story we manics can identify with, isn't it?