Starting any new psychiatric meds is always a breathtaking experience. It’s like a long-anticipated roadtrip to some place new — we’re on the interstate to sanity! Others may have reported back from that fabled land (with pictures, slides, and stories not to be believed) but we’ve never seen it. Now we’re doing an amazing rate of speed down the road, which unwinds like a beautiful black ribbon. The windows are down, the breeze is up, and it finally seems that there’s a magnificent world of possibility out there.
It’s definitely a trip. A sanity trip. I dare say it’s a rare one.
Is this what “normal” people feel all along? The self-assurance, the prodigious confidence, the conviction that all is possible, that there will somehow be enough money, that nothing truly bad will happen, that everything can be overcome?
What a heady drug, that feeling. No wonder such routes to it are tightly controlled.
I’ve been reading Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail ’72
You know, I’ve got more that I wanted to say here tonight but the week has been rough and I don’t think I can bring myself to do so. I’m needing a break. I may work on a current personal project (Set and Anubis, the start of my Egyptian gods patterns) or I may just bugger off and play some Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin
I just did receive in two new crochet books, so I’ll probably give you guys a review of them tomorrow. Until then, my savage darlings…
EDIT: Forgot! I wanted to give everyone some papercraft (I love papercraft almost as much as I love crochet. It’s my adulterous relationship. *grins*) So here, have a papercraft automaton of a cat playing the piano. You’re welcome. 
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Love the new blog, Vox! It looks like it’s going to be fun. As someone who has spent years now trying to navigate the ‘interstate to sanity’, I can tell you it’s a helluva trip. For me, it’s been nowhere near Point A to Point B, and I haven’t arrived yet. There’s been lots of mountains and valleys to cross, plus a few sidetrips to various aspects of my particular craziness… and I am still hoping for the “self-assurance, the prodigious confidence, the conviction that all is possible, that there will somehow be enough money, that nothing truly bad will happen, that everything can be overcome”! (which, to be truthful, sounds more like the manic phase of someone with bipolar disorder than a description of any sanity I might actually land it, but I wouldn’t turn it down!) Can’t wait to hear more about your journey, and your crocheting along the way.
Naw, my manic phases are much more grandiose. “I AM GOD!!! I AM THE LIZARD KING!!! I am the best thing EVER!!! I have ten THOUSAND ideas and I’m going to start working on all of them RIGHT NOW!!! WHO NEEDS SLEEP??? Let’s go get take-out at 4AM!!! Watch me make a million dollars!!! Oooooh, now I need to be in Nevada RIGHT THIS MINUTE!!! Let’s get plane tickets for 4:13 AM!!!”
And so on. The difference between a manic phase and this mood is that this mood is a good steady 100 watt lightbulb, and mania is a 10,000 watt spotlight on speed.