A sequence of events over the past few months put me in the hospital on Sunday night. Not because I quit taking meds. But the meds slowly stopped being as effective. Either way the outcome is the same if one ignores an increase in symptoms. A really big breakdown. I had felt signs since early October. I brushed them off. There was no way that I was having a bipolar relapse. Sometime Saturday afternoon, after a beautiful day on Mt. Baker with my closest people, I began isolating myself and turned away help from everyone. Over the next 24 hours I became increasingly intoxicated, paranoid and felt like my life needed to end. Bipolar had full control. The ship was heading nowhere good. I was being really destructive to my partners, friends and family. I was drunk. I desperately needed help. The cops couldn’t get me to open the door. […]