Back to Reality...

Mania is like the never ending flight. But once reality kicks in you start to doubt yourself and if you could even fly in the first place...

Do I really need a cape? Is pink my colour? How about red, would a red cape be more superhero-like? Soon after you realise you need to land eventually.

But what is it like when you are up there with not a care in the world?

Mania and hypomania to some degree (in my experience) can be likened to losing the 'reasoning' part of your brain. You know, the part that says, you can't really afford that diamond studded cape, or [insert expensive desired item here]. When my mania hit, 'reasoning' was gone and through the descent I began acting purely on 'impulses'. Anything that would usually get filtered by my brain, was gone. For me it was the thoughts in my head that say 'don't do that, don't say that'. To be honest, most the time, it felt great. But in hindsight, when recalling all the things I'd said and done, not so good. In this case memory loss is a saviour.