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.
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