I feel hesitant in writing about this.
I'm a writer. I write things. I love words and artfully blending them, together, to portray my inner-most workings.
I've learned to be a successful writer, you have to write what you know.
I don't always know what's going through my mind, but I do know if I put it down on paper, it makes more sense.
I found out, over a year, ago, that I have Manic-Depressive Disorder; otherwise known as Bipolar.
You'd think this would come as a shock, but it didn't, for me. Things started to make sense. I was able to go over many events in my life that just didn't seem like me and they just made sense. I felt the pain, all over, again, but then I immediately felt the healing begin. I was finally able to understand a little more about myself. It was a very emotional but very cleansing moment.
So, here's me. In blog form.