Years ago when I was hypomanic I wrote part of a poem (when you’re hypomanic you have a hard time finishing anything) likening the progression of my thoughts to billiard balls randomly flying here and there.
My brain was like that today.
I couldn’t focus worth shit.
I’d start writing only to notice a phone call I "had" to make. Then I’d think "Oh. I need to check the forum to see if someone’s responded to my question" and off I’d go. Then reading the forum I noticed a dear friend was back (had been in hospital) so I just had to phone her! 3 hours later and not a damn thing written.
I fought it. I did.
But, finally I said to heck with it. And, surrendered.
Ah, sweet chaos!
Sometimes it just makes sense to give in and go with it.
