Today, October 10th, is World Mental Health Day.  Interestingly enough…it is also the day my Father was born in 1933.  My Dad lived with Bipolar Disorder (Manic Depression) that was not entirely diagnosed till about a year before he died in 1996.  It was out of control most of his life and growing up in the unstable, toxic environment lead to many problems.

When my father was balanced, he was the most loving and caring person, but that time was short-lived.  I grew up in a divided home between extremes of sanity and insanity.  My siblings were not spared the toxicity of home life.  Yes at times, far too often then now, we turned on each other like ravenous dogs at the kill.

I am able to look back at that time and reflect on many different twists and turns that led me, my brother and my sisters to survive.  One thing that saved us was finding faith in a real hope for a better future.  It was that new-found faith that helped take my proverbial “demons” away.