Original poem inspired by the onset of my first hypomanic episode.
I hadn’t slept for 3 days (at all) and my now husband had just proposed in the most beautiful place. This wasn’t just normal excitement. Everything looked different, smelt different, felt different. Even breathing felt unbelievably good. It was surreal. But the weeks that followed were damaging.
This was 6 and a half years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Thanks to the knowledge have now, medication and being aware of my triggers I have never had an episode like this again 🦋
