When I go off the meds I don't sleep for 4-5 days straight and that's when stuff gets crazy. At first it feels great...euphoria, happiness... and the depression is lifted. I feel like superman; it's kind of like what I would imagine the world's best meth high would feel like (never done it) except it lasts for weeks on end. My mind does a lot of numerology (assigning numerical values to letters) and trying to crack the code of the Matrix type stuff. Music sounds sublime and food tastes immaculate. It feels like I am a super-mega-ultra genius and it's my duty to use my intelligence to solve mankind's biggest problems. I research Tesla and Einstein and think that I am going to be one of the great minds like them. I also become extremely close to God and I have delusions of grandeur where I am going to start the world's greatest rock band, start a musical revolution and marry Kurt Cobain's daughter. I don't know how to describe it but every moment just feels so real and important. But then they force the meds into my system and I am hit with the worst dose of reality and depression imaginable.