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A duck in the hunt
I spent two days in a hypomanic state, writing furiously and feeling creative, then collapsed. In the Galilee, amidst Hezbollah rocket attacks, I trembled with fear despite no immediate danger. Desperate for clonazepam, I faced a grim ER visit and the weight of my medical records. Grounded by self-acceptance, I sought solace and felt gratitude for finding some stability.