Well, here we are–first day completely off Effexor!
And y’know, I feel pretty good.
Actually, really good.
Actually, really really…
…oh, so this is what mania feels like?
It’s pretty neat. I feel a kind of angry euphoria. I want to kiss the world or kick it in the nuts or possibly both. I feel young and hot and vital and creative and horny and dynamic and a trifle pissed off.
It’s no less unnatural a feeling than withdrawal-induced depression, but it’s certainly quite a lot more fun. I suspect that my company at the moment would be, as I recall from my more severely bipolar friends, entertaining but exhausting. (Come to think of it, it might be like that anyway….)
I DEFINITELY suspect that I should not go shopping in this condition.
No major head zaps, but a few minor ones, and definite spells of mild light-headedness. Fortunately all those drugs I did in my youth come to my rescue yet again–I have a VERY well developed autopilot–and it’s not so bad that the internal monitor is going “We shouldn’t drive like this.”* My eyes are extremely bloodshot–I look like I’ve been smoking up since dawn–but I actually suspect that has less to do with the Effexor and a lot more to do with the lingering cough from the flu doin’ a number on the blood vessels.
Hopefully this manic fit will settle down before long–it’s nice to visit, but it’d be impossible to live here–but so far, so good.
*I suspect that either alcohol or exhaustion will worsen this a lot more than is usual for me, though.
