The best place to start would be the morning I woke up after my first night taking Zyprexa. It was something like this:

I went from that guy to this guy in a week:

I’ve been most blessed by my wife and son who have been a rock of support. It’s hard when (and for good reason) people hate you or stay away from you. A spchologist once said that it’s not wise to be friends with or involved with bioplar patients. In many ways I’d be prone to agreement.. In fact, I became a master at pushing people away from me. I have to, it’s s defense mechnaism in my twisted mind.I’ve been on enough medications for my disorders too know not to be so jubilant but sometimes you can’t help yourself. It’s not because it gives some false elevation of self, to contrary, it tunes things in around so that you can interact according. My stuttering has gotten better but the shaking hasn‘t it intensifies when I have these attacks. The rapid cycling stuff I‘m better with. It’s like Superman or The Hulk holding one end of a giant sparking out of control wire that’s twice their size and sticking it back in the whole so things can function. In enough time save Gotham.

Does that makes sense?

The only side effects I’m having is remembering things. My short tern memory is a little whacky and I had balancing issues but we adjusted my dosage and it’s working fine. I’m no longer fatalistic in my thinking and have a genuine optimism going forward. Therapy classes are…interesting…but I’m growing into it There is something big coming soon that I’ll talk about but that’s still under wraps. In the meantime stay dry (it’s raining in Cowtown) and do something productive. I read my bible, how about you?