I’m not going to list everything I did today, suffice it to say, at one point, I crawled under my bed with a broom because somehow Oscar got kitty litter under all of my suitcases.

I’m back on the time-release stimulant, and I have so much freaking energy right now. It’s got me concerned because it feels manic, but my thoughts aren’t racing, and I’m not irritable. I did have to tell the woman at the cafe I discovered this morning how awesome their place is, which is not typical for me.

I go back to work tomorrow, and I have no idea what to expect. I’ve got 74 emails in my personal inbox, but the staff has been working to cover for me for everything else. They didn’t need my help in my absence, and that kind of makes me feel unloved.

That’s just tasks. I don’t know how I will be in an office. The headaches are ongoing and a little more frequent, even as I’ve been back on Vyvanse, so it’s not withdrawal, as my doctor suspects. I’m incredibly calm, focused, and productive, so maybe it’s not the mania.

I don’t feel out of the woods yet, but I have a life, and I need to return to it.

In the meantime, here’s an actual photo of me being manic.