Going through Withdrawal

I had been on a manic high for a while, where I felt great, could get things done, and was simply happy. But now...I'm coming down. I don't like it when I come off a high. I feel like a druggie going through withdrawal. I'm starting to sink into the depths of my mental hell again and it sucks. Literally, I can feel it sucking at me, drawing me in, trying to eat me alive. The sad thing is, as much as I hate to be off my manic highs, I sometimes like my depressive lows because my writing tends to get a little more...creative, you might say. My writing becomes more colorful and vivid, more alive. My characters gain more depth. Possibly because when I am so down they seem to run rampant and be a little closer to the surface than they probably should be. Huh, I really think I am going crazy. Well, at least it could be worse, I suppose. I could be foaming at the mouth, lolling my head around, rocking back-and-forth, pumped full of meds, kind of crazy instead of the level of craziness I've already seemed to have achieved. If that ever happens to me I hope I'm just far enough along in my mental hell to not know what the hell is going on. On that note, have a great day!