About 10 years ago I was diagnosed with bipolar illness. Illness, challenge, disorder, mayhem, whatever you want to call it. It used to called manic depression and I still prefer that wording. Not because of any degree of how I feel but it just sounds cooler. And Hendrix wrote a song called Manic Depression. Just trying to be part of the cool kids here. I was under a great deal of stress and fighting for my spirit with a fierce desperation unlike I have ever done before in my life. The depression side of the disorder was not a stranger to me. I remember taking long walks before I was ten, early, early in the mornings and looking at homes and wondering what kind of lives were happening in there. I hoped it wasn’t all the same as the life happening in my home. I knew my home was bad, but I didn’t know to what degree. It just didn’t feel right but I had no wisdom at the time to know how to deal with the pressure I felt about it. Was it a normal household and a