In this week's post for BP Magazine's Bipolar Blog, I write about how hard it was for me to learn how to do things without waiting for my hypomania to return. Workouts became burdensome slogs. Household chores went undone. Without that little boost, everything became drudgery: "For years, I have to admit, I threw a bit of a tantrum. I found I couldn't write. I couldn't take care of myself. I couldn't clean. I couldn't exercise. Everything seemed so hard without that little extra "oomph." That little reward of a rush for finally getting a job done. I had to learn how to make schedules and follow-through and not wait for the "urge" to take over. A muse was great for writing. It didn't make much sense to wait for a "muse" to make me clean my room or balance my checkbook."