
One morning in 1994, I woke up at the crack of dawn and told my wife “I am sick.” For years I avoided taking medications for my depression and anxiety. But there was this drug called Prozac and I was willing to give it a try. It cured me instantly.
11 years later, I texted my wife with my last will and testament, then agreed to check into a hospital where I promptly berated the staff for not delivering my diabetes meds on schedule. My doctor asked “Has anyone told you that you might be bipolar?”
Today I run Bipolar_Blogs on Twitter & Pax Nortona at http://paxnortona.notfrisco2.com/.
My wife and I have decided that I will not accept Social Security as long as there are others who need it more.
Bonus Drawing from my 8yr old Precious for Joel:
From Psych Central's website:
PsychCentral (June 1, 2011)
ScienceSeeker Feed (June 1, 2011)
Mental Health Social (June 1, 2011)
Bridgette Muscato (June 1, 2011)
schizophrenia (June 1, 2011)
WillsPrepared (June 1, 2011)
Ron McKee (June 1, 2011)
chatobstewart (April 3, 2012)
Last reviewed: 1 Jun 2011