I'm 57, and I just came out of denial of having bipolar about 6 months ago. Recently, I came to the point that I had a problem and wanted help. I have a dual diagnosis – Alcoholic and Bipolar. Whenever I felt like I was crawling out of my skin, I would start drinking and drink until I either passed out or I ran out of wine. This went on for years and then one day I just had it. I had an awakening. It sounds crazy but I wanted to believe. I felt God touch me and told me if I don’t stop, I’ll be dead. I was told I would never see my son or grand children, ever. Yes, that was a revolution.
Now, I write about my bipolar and what I go through. My life has not been a bed of roses. My stories will start back in 1990's when I first found out I had bipolar, but went on to deny it. Then the problems started.
Presently, I’m jobless and have no insurance. I live with my parents so I can get by. But, I had to figure out how to get help and where to get it. I didn’t want to ask my parents for help. They have helped me out of a lot of jams and this would I want to do on my own.
Some of my stories are not fun to read. Some are very helpful and enlightening. My job is to help my readers and let them know they’re not alone and there is help. I’m here for every question.