A letter to my mania

Dear mania,

Thank you. Thank you for letting me discover my true self. The first time I met you, you told me I could survive on two hours of sleep.

Two weeks passed, the most productive weeks I have ever had in my life. I wrote multiple college essays, finalized my agricultural project and worked on my academics.

I felt I had a superpower, you were my super power, until you were not. On a Thursday evening, my head let go. You and I had used it to its farthest limit and it just couldn’t go on any more.

You stayed despite that , and you taught me how to plan ahead, how to be proactive, how to be a leader.

The second time I met you, you helped me make the most lasting friendships. I met new people and actually loved them. I shared part of myself I wouldn’t normally share, as a result I got part of other people too.

I liked how you made me give back to the community. I mentored in two camps and had amazing trainees. I taught them how to appeal to colleges and how to be peacemakers and critical thinkers. To this day, I still hear from them about how much I helped them learn.

The third time I met you, I new who you were. I could at least try to see your touch in my actions. You made me find beauty in everything and everyone. I was reckless, and you applauded. I got drunk a number of times thanks to you, but I always knew when to stop; before it got too dangerous.

I love how you give me bursts of energy. You make me chase the sunrise to catch that perfect shot when the sun decides to show itself for the first time during the day. I started a YouTube channel, the first video I posted was about our first encounter.

Mania dear, I like you like the annoying naughty little cousin who never gets in trouble- because I always take the blame. I am the one who passes sleepless nights when insomnia holds me a hostage. I am the one who has random bursts of tears because we exhausted my mind. I am the one who never know whether it is me or you in charge.