Married, two kids, software developer, choir director, tuba player, and writer. I have Bipolar Disorder. The docs say Bipolar I.
When I read all of these personal bipolar stories in books or online, I just don’t know where I fit in. I’ve never attempted suicide. I’ve never been hospitalized. I didn’t run stark naked across a busy freeway. I’ve never been stuck in bed too depressed to move.
Your bipolar could whip my bipolar’s ass any day of the week.
So I’m writing this blog because I know there have to be others like me who don’t totally identify with the typical bipolar experience.
I’ll post something new a few times a week. Or if I’m a little manic, a few times a day.
It’s anonymous so that I can say what needs to be said about the sleazier parts of my illness.
If you want to know more about more story read
Memoirs of a Maniac
Daniel was a good and steady guy. A faithful husband. A good father. He tucked his polo shirts into his dad jeans and got his hair cut for $11. A regular guy……….and a sane man. This is the story of his life-altering journey to the heights of bipolar mania.