Today I noticed…
The build-up of a manic episode. The first sparks that light the fire. The fire that can warm and cook to perfection, or burn out of control and destroy.
Thoughts race, mood lifts, creativity flows. Words race out in text, building up fantastic castles in the air.
Projects are conceived and begun. Materials gathered.
Commitments are made. Parties planned.
People are contacted. Apologies made.
It’s a mental spring after a dark winter. Warmth comes from within and dares to spill out into the world of reality.
These are the good days. The days that so much seems so possible, so achievable. But will it last?
Can I build a useful fire? A controlled and sustainable burn?
A feeling that always escaped me in the past, never noticing the build-up until it has begun to burn me.
It’s a start.