Clouds in my Coffee

For those of you who have never experienced mania, imagine your thoughts are 500 chipmunks simultaneously chugging a Venti 4 shot espresso, the rush in your brain takes off at turbo speed, all while you’re sitting quietly at your desk. Yes, I still can get squirrely, don’t get me wrong, but it’s my silver lassoed chipmunk power that get’s things done. That and a few cups of
“my precious “ Joe (my one and only vice) that fuels me.

Since being diagnosed with BP in Spring of 2013, I have learned to accept these manic moments when they come, and put them to good use. I form my plan of attack like the matador tames a bull, calming the fury with my silver lasso of clarity (step aside Wonder Woman) long enough to release that energy on a specific task. It’s very hard for many of us to contain those…