When I went into hypomania, it was just another night of
watching Game of thrones and lying around eating little bits. Next day when hypomania hit me, I was running around impatient (in the same clothes from night), I got into out- patient department voluntarily but I created a huge fuss before, I was scribbling the song cover of the song I just heard, I was fighting with my closer friends (I learnt later that I embarrassed myself and everyone about it and it all involved a close guy friend)…. My warden was called, my parents were called upon too…I was blabbering while I was sedated and I ate too less (I was starving myself since past few days.) On questioning before my parents.... I was sedated and scared…I blabbered random shit and dozed off. Next day...I planned to at least go home from the hospital. At home, I received major support and care. I missed a month of classes, semester exams and shifted my room too. My family went through a lot during my illness. I had a clouded mind for nearly 2 months…before working out of the “Saying sorry” phase. One day, out of snap I decided that I won’t say sorry to anyone for anything. I have labored enough by being on meds and everything. I tried damn hard to be off meds….But I had to row in the struggle...I took them regularly later… I suffered a mind block… I was ruminating whole day about what happened before but as is said “time heals everything” …I started believing in affirmations , yoga and what not … within few months I was back with better understanding and empathy towards others.