I know exactly how you feel.. probably most of us here do. I also feel a deep mourning for that feeling.. its an indescribable high and you don't have to be an artist to feel inspired and vitalized. In a way I feel like there is nothing in "normal" life that can ever bring that exact feeling back.. That creativity, the endless well of ideas, thoughts, plans, places to go, things to see... You feel invincible, flawless, intrepid.
But if I take a look at it now, those words really mean reckless, unaccountable, and blind. Sure it feels great at the time, but almost every major embarrassing, shameful, and destructive thing I've ever done was during a "high".
I'm just starting to build a normal stable life for the very first time. I look better, feel better, I'm healthier, I take pride in my life now. I have a healthy happy relationship with my mom, sister, boyfriend. I have a good job and I go to school. I'm fulfilled and most importantly being constructive with all my bipolar energy.
Its a good warm fuzzy feeling. For me it replaces the old volatile love/hate up/down laugh/cry stuff. Looking back on it, its mostly torture anyway.
Post Edited (Grifter) : 9/7/2011 9:24:24 PM (GMT-6)