Starbody

i go through weeks of agitation. nothing tastes right. nothing sounds right. nothing feels right. best described as the mean reds. it coincides with the inability to write, something i typically do religiously (whether i want to or not). i feel as though my mind is constipated with thoughts so frantic to escape, yet so packed in that they have given in and decided to camp out. i always reach for a book to help me sort things out. i have read Breakfast At Tiffany’s more times than I can count. and now i am in the midst of a book called Peace Like A River. i am told by people that it is ‘a book club book’ and i am not certain what that means. it makes no difference to me. either way, this book is incredibly lyrical in writing, requires a fair amount of willing suspension and is making me feel better. and to think i almost opted for a book on hypomania.

hy-po-ma-ni-a n.
An above-normal elevation of mood, but not as extreme as mania.
A psychopathological state and abnormality of mood falling somewhere between normal euphoria and mania. It is characterized by unrealistic optimism, pressure of speech and activity, and a decreased need for sleep. Some people show increased creativity during hypomanic states, whereas others show poor judgment, irritability, and irascibility.