As it stands now, if my live were a car, my meds could, at any given time, place me somewhere between zero and 100 miles per hour. Where exactly on that scale varies, but it never sits idly in the middle. I usually run 60-70 on a good day; I am an ultra-rapid cycler (Ultradian), so I'm just left to grab the bus as it goes by. I become creative around 80-85, and when I near 100 or more, I can solve problems that you never even knew existed. Let me give an example.
One day I created a simple formula that explained everything, everything! It made perfect sense, and I remember showing it to others, but they couldn't understand my logic. It was so simple; it seemed nearly self-explanatory at the time. Yet I look at it today, and I am dumbfounded as to what it even means. I'd like to live "just south" of that point. When I am there I can write creatively and with feeling, I can see things more clearly and simply, and life just seems brighter and better to live.
But living there makes me susceptible to doing things "out of the ordinary". Where I want to be, and where my doctor says I should be, are two very different places. Getting back to that point, the point of reflective ponderings and rapid, creative thinking, and the place where expression, pure and simple, comes from the soul and ends us layed down on paper will cost. I have to decide if I think that cost is too high. I really don't know.

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