As the photo of this “journal” goes, my episodes were “happy! happy! happy! happy!….BROKEN… happy! happy!…”

This graphic fascinates me. Probably because it is a great visual representation of any one of my hypo-manic or manic episodes.

As the photo of this “journal” goes, my episodes were “happy! happy! happy! happy!….BROKEN… happy! happy!…”

My Bipolar Disorder was a viscious cycle of hypo-manic or manic episodes (happy!) followed by the inevitable crash with its accompanying depression. (BROKEN)

Then, eventually, I would reassemble the pieces of my life, usually cobbled together with chewing gum and baling wire.

Soon, I would be off again on another Bipolar adventure that made Mr Toad’s Wild Ride look like a relaxing Sunday drive.

Finally, in 2010, my most recent manic episode was so severe (I almost went into psychosis-and my diagnosis is Bipolar 2), and I gutted my life so severely, and had so much heat on me, that I felt completely BROKEN.

So much so that despite having been engaged in some form of recovery since 1993 (which did enable me to survive) I finally got deadly serious about recovery and made a 100% surrender to AA’s “rugged school of life,” to the Higher Power of my understanding, and to making spirituality the backbone (while still retaining the other components) of my recovery.

Best thing I ever did for myself. And for those whom had been harmed by my previous way of living.