Sweet, sweet relief. This strain vaulted me over the void. I was up in the clouds, but I could run around in the clouds! I was writing, I was designing, I was thinking. My depression lifted for the first time in 8 months. I was crying in relief, because I remembered who I was. I have no words. I wanted to kiss the feet of the acquaintance who gifted me a gram. This is going to become a regular part of my fight against severe bipolar depression.