The future remains an unprinted page whereupon there are no answers.
You think you have The Beast sealed under a layer of concrete, but the covering proves to be no stronger than a sheet.
The moral of this story is that you are not damned by your genes. They are not a curse, they are not predestination.
Two doses of Xanax in succession seem to have brought me out of the mania.
The signs are clear: combativeness, difficulty dealing with difficult people, the color red seems unusually intense, and a slight shaking that no one can see but I can sense.
I asked her to show me a study that showed that this self-identification was harmful. Silence.
A video describing the various medications that I have been on and their effects on me.
A video in which I describe how I came to be diagnosed during my one and only hospitalization
It is nice to know that I am seen out there along some of the best.
Curses on the May Disorder. Curses on June Gloom. Sixty days before it passes. Sixty not quite miserable, annoying days.
The black spiral literally knocked me off my feet. I decided on my own to stop taking Geodon — a horrible drug that left me dizzy for all but the last three to four hours of my waking day — and I crashed and crashed hard. My bedroom was my habitation; my cats my constant […]