The release of the pressure that had been building up behind the drop in Abilify came this week. Four weeks it took to regulate to taking only 15 milligrams. Took more clonazepam in the evenings to offset the mounting anxiety, the dread that’s been a part of my thoughts for a month. That, and a major strain at work has relaxed, for now. Let the hypomania parades begin. When the pressure’s off, I rebound hard and have to consciously slow myself down, take it down a notch. Walking up to people at work and suddenly engaging them in conversation for the first time in weeks is like standing near a cliff — what if I make the wrong move and fall over the edge? It comes in this flavor, too. I won’t want to go to sleep tonight, so impressed will I be with my mood. Just a few more minutes, Mom, let me stay up just a little longer, pleeeease… This will set off another round of bouncing, ripples in the pond, with a strong chance of a spiral soon. Now I’m talking like my doctor — what goes up must come down. Always a joker, that guy.