Bipolar the Good Life

It was the worst of times. I was alone and afraid. I wandered the streets of the city in search of nothing. I felt shackled by the invisible chains of depression and mental illness. My new "gods" were fear and paranoia. I worshipped them day & night. My soul screamed out to a deaf universe... "Would somebody please help me?" I had arrived at the throne of a living hell. Now...there was silence. Welcome to Bipolar The Good Life Breaking the Chains of Depression and Mental Illness