Manic: A Memoir

by Terri Cheney

But bipolar disorder always chooses the most inopportune times to remind you that remission is just a respite, not a cure.

Strange how the telephone rings just the same, whether it’s wonderful news or the end of all life as you know it.

Hypomania is that idyllic interlude just before mania when all of your senses are in a state of heightened arousal. But they don’t overwhelm you. Nothing overwhelms you. The sun never shines too bright, but you feel its warmth on your skin. The wind never blows your hair awry, but it whisks the clouds away. Life is liquid and even; it balances.