As a child, I was in and out of mental health facilities. Bipolar wasn't really diagnosed back then. I had days that I was severely depressed and couldn't do anything but sit in my room and cry, and other days that I had all the energy and could conquer the world. I was angry a lot and didn't understand it. As I got older, I began to write. I wrote a lot of poetry. I even had a few of them published. It was my release. I could say anything and be anyone through my writing. Unfortunately, my parents and school teachers and counselors saw my writing as a cry for help. Maybe it was. Whatever it was, it made me feel better. They tried medicating me, for many years, it was medicine after medicine..... None of them really helping at all. Anyway, I guess that is enough for tonight, I have to tend to all the kids and get them into bed. I will be back tomorrow to start this crazy journey. Thanks for listening!