So I feel great, I like my job (even if its not the greatest), Im ok with my family and friends. I feel good with my self. I feel ok for the first time in like 6 years. No preassure generally, like I can take my time, i don't feel like I'm getting left behind, the pandemic is not a mayor issue, money is not a real issue. 

The point is I get to live my life one day at the time and I enjoy it.

Yet for some reason I miss the times I was sort of depressed. I miss a lot that mania and anxiety that made me not sleep for 3 days learning something new, or allowed me to read a 500 page book in two days. I miss the sudden bursts of creativity that made me draw, make music, write, paint like the world was going to end if I didn't. It wasn't healthy but now that I take my time and nothing feels like the end of the world I feel kind of bored, and I don't know how to manage it.

Has anyone felt like that?