Three years ago I posted: “I love working my second job as a chef. I am the healthiest that I have ever been. My daughters are doing so much better. I have the best group of friends. I am making huge gains with my emotional health (50% less medication).” Yeah, I had decreased my own medication. Four days later I would arrive at the hospital, drunk, high, manic, suicidal and psychotic. I would soon be committed to the psych ward and deemed a flight risk and threat to myself. I was already in the beginning stages of the most wonderful feelings of mania, and I was self-medicating to keep from feeling its dangerous side. Nine days later, I was discharged and back on medications. When I came home, I found my apartment empty. My daughters were gone. They had enough of the psychosis and roller coaster of hell I put […]