I don’t have much time before dinner is ready. Was thinking today how I was monitoring the gentle happy buzz that was pervading me. I used to “ride it” and make it go somewhere, whereas today i deliberately chose to keep it on a low humming pleasant buzz. Happiness of my kids around me, the beautiful house… because I now know that allowing myself to let the buzz thrill me too much means a much harsher come down. Bipolar is not the right word, it implies a duality, when what I feel it is is a jagged circle, a line that goes round and round with peaks, zig zags, descents, all of varying intensity and nature. I was thinking how I could describe it in words. Then I came across this, and it is just perfect.