I'm a former suburban
Boston boy who lived in New Hampshire for years, then settled down in a small
town on shores of San Pablo Bay area of San Francisco.
At age 35 I was diagnosed
with Bipolar Disorder. Imagine knowing that your flights of fancy and max'ed
out credit cards had a name.
The
drugs to make my life manageable were worse than the symptoms themselves. Living
within my brain over the last four years has been hell. You are always aware
that you are either manic or depressed... or worse, dual state. This is where
you are symptomatic of both depression and mania.
