Nothing drives me. I keep slogging on in my not completely uncomfortable life because its expected of me. Depressing, huh?A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, I thought I might do something great with all that energy. he doctors told me the energy was hypomania and it was the only bright spot in my life. The cure for my other ills took it away from me.I have to take the meds because I can't produce the income expected of me if I don't.I have to take the meds because others are unhappy being around me if I don't.I have to take the meds because I might hurt someone (or me) if I don't.I'm ok with that, but I still miss having energy and creativity and boldness. I guess I'm still working through a crisis about this. Maybe its the grief phase of change. Maybe I just feel sorry for myself.