I Caught My Hypomania at 50 Percent and It Still Was Not Enough

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Self-Awareness Is Not the Same as Self-Control

By Jayne Millerton

I remember the day I put a number on it. My hypomania is peaking today, I wrote in my journal. At 50 percent, I would estimate. I had been running at 10 to 20 percent.

I was clinical about it. Still in the calm before the storm. I imagined that if I was tracking the percentage it meant I had the situation under control. It was like I was checking the battery on a phone. I even identified the cause: poor sleep since Saturday. I thought I knew exactly what was happening to me, and I still could gain control of it.

That is a cruel trick of hypomania. It lets you see it coming. It gives you just enough self-awareness to think you are in control while it quietly rearranges everything beneath the surface.

Before the episode fully took hold, there was a long stretch where I was living in that gray zone between what I thought was baseline, hypomania, and mania.

Then I started to notice the clumsiness. I tripped over a dog at a pool party and felt that familiar wave of irritation rise up, sharper than the situation warranted. I noted it. Clumsiness and irritation are symptoms of my hypomania, I wrote, and even if this is not them coming, I need to be aware and ensure good sleep.

I did the right things. I went to bed early. I took my medications. I kept my routine. And for a while, it worked. The percentage stayed low. I was white-knuckling stability and calling it wellness.

But sleep is fragile. One late night. One disrupted morning. And that 10 to 20 percent starts climbing. By the time I recognized 50 percent, the engine was already running hot and I lost control.

My thoughts moved faster than my pen could follow. I felt that electric confidence creeping back in. The world looked sharper. Brighter. Full of possibility. And delusional, I can recognize now.

Here is what I want people to understand: I was not ignoring the signs. I was cataloging them. I had a mental checklist. I knew what hypomania looked like from the inside. I had read the books, attended the groups, talked to my psychiatrist. I was arguably more informed about my condition than most people will ever be, or so I thought.

None of that mattered.

Self-awareness without intervention is just spectatorship. You are watching yourself accelerate and narrating the experience as it happens. You tell yourself you can handle this. You think the fact that you see it means you can contain it. You tell the people around you that everything is fine because admitting otherwise means hospitals, or medication changes, and embarrassment.

During my manic episode, I even tried to hide the symptoms from my doctor. I tried to structure my texts to look normal, avoiding messages before 8 a.m. or after 8 p.m. so hopefully no one would suspect I was up all night. I thought

I could maintain control, and I did not see that I was destroying my life.

If you are reading this and you have started assigning percentages to your mood, please hear me. The fact that you can measure it does not mean you can manage it alone. Call your doctor. Tell someone who loves you. Do it while you still can and want to.

Don’t make my mistake.

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