I’m thrilled to finally pursue one of my passions and that’s writing. When I thought about getting started I had to think about something I am an expert at; trying to figure out my life. In 2004 I was hospitalized for nearly 2 weeks. While in the hospital I was diagnosed with Bipolar 1. I had no idea what that meant. I was being treated for depression beginning in 1993. Apparently the diagnosis was incorrect. From the period nearing the end of the 90’s I had made some very bad choices. At the time, I didn’t realize how badly my husband and children were affected. Of course I didn’t know. I was sicker than the doctor even knew. I am so grateful to be alive. There have been several times over the past 14 years of treatment where I didn’t care if I were dead or alive. It’s part of the illness that I will have the rest of my lifeGood company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton