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.

Welco...