A few weeks ago I made some offhand joke about being in the middle of a hypomanic episode. So much energy! Up at 5 no problem! Starting lots of projects, generating a lot of creative work, staying on top of the housework! Happy happy comedy time all the time! Plus I lost 5 pounds without even really trying!
Then I started having a hard time filling my sketchbook page, or even getting any of the basic stuff done around the house. It wasn't that I was out of energy, I was just overwhelmed with how much STUFF there was and how it all needed doing and it was utterly paralyzing. Which is what I was doing with my free hour this morning: panicking about how I can't get anything done. Or lose the five pounds I put right back on when I started running low on energy and actually being hungry again. Panic panic. Then I leaned against a freshly painted cabinet (I *did* manage to accomplish one household task this morning, even if the kitchen still looks like a coffee grounds bomb went off) and got paint on my pants and burst into tears.
Can't blame PMS for this one.
If I am honest I will admit to some mood swings. There are periods of my life where they are more pronounced and this seems to be one of them. How much of a mood swing is a problem? I function just fine, even at the lull of the swing -- not the frenetic productivity of the top of the peak, but I get done what needs to get done, even if I spend a lot of time feeling frozen by all the things that need to happen and the impossibility of dropping that stupid five pounds that I now know I am capable of living without.
Shit, I don't even know. What's it like for you? How much is okay? When do I worry and when do I chalk it up to personality quirk, because Lord knows I have plenty of those.