Things got “better” again, and I was excited. When I’m hypomanic, everything is AMAZING and I love everyone and I become this crazy, extroverted social butterfly. In a way, hypomania truly is AMAZING, because it gives you this peek at what life could be like if you weren’t depressed. Coming down from hypomania, though, is another story. Nothing is worse than coming down from hypomania. It feels hopeless and makes me feel like nothing will ever get better. It feels like I’m losing myself, the happy self that I crave so badly, and all the walls are tumbling down around me. It makes me feel like there’s no point in trying to get better, because it feels like the lights will be off forever.